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Pàgina 177
... Staffa . We would not follow the common and fashionable mode , for the great imposition of expense . We have come over heath , and rock , and river , and bog , to what , in England , would be called a horrid place . Yet it belongs to a ...
... Staffa . We would not follow the common and fashionable mode , for the great imposition of expense . We have come over heath , and rock , and river , and bog , to what , in England , would be called a horrid place . Yet it belongs to a ...
Pàgina 181
... , [ 1818. ] Just after my last had gone to the post , in came one of the men with whom we endeavoured to agree about going to Staffa : he said what a pity it was we should turn aside , and not see the JOHN KEATS . 181.
... , [ 1818. ] Just after my last had gone to the post , in came one of the men with whom we endeavoured to agree about going to Staffa : he said what a pity it was we should turn aside , and not see the JOHN KEATS . 181.
Pàgina 183
... Staffa , and land us at the head of Loch Nakeal , whence we should only have to walk half the distance to Oban again and by a better road . All this is well passed and done , with this singular piece of luck , that there was an ...
... Staffa , and land us at the head of Loch Nakeal , whence we should only have to walk half the distance to Oban again and by a better road . All this is well passed and done , with this singular piece of luck , that there was an ...
Pàgina 185
... Staffa . It can only be represented by a first - rate drawing . One may compare the surface of the island to a roof : this roof is supported by grand pillars of basalt , standing together as thick as honeycomb . The finest thing is ...
... Staffa . It can only be represented by a first - rate drawing . One may compare the surface of the island to a roof : this roof is supported by grand pillars of basalt , standing together as thick as honeycomb . The finest thing is ...
Pàgina 191
... lakes . I have got wet through , day after day ; eaten oat - cake , and drank whisky ; walked up to my knees in bog ; got a sore throat ; gone to see Icolmkill and Staffa ; met with unwholesome food , just JOHN KEATS . 191.
... lakes . I have got wet through , day after day ; eaten oat - cake , and drank whisky ; walked up to my knees in bog ; got a sore throat ; gone to see Icolmkill and Staffa ; met with unwholesome food , just JOHN KEATS . 191.
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Pàgina 95 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Pàgina 43 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Pàgina 37 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
Pàgina 278 - Free virtue should enthral to force or chance. Their song was partial, but the harmony (What could it less when spirits immortal sing?) Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment The thronging audience.
Pàgina 29 - tis a gentle luxury to weep, That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an indescribable feud ; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude Wasting of old Time — with a billowy main A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
Pàgina 266 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless ; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence ; " my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.
Pàgina 278 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Pàgina 214 - Whose prelude held all envy, hate and wrong But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Pàgina 103 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Pàgina 98 - I think a little change has taken place in my intellect lately — I cannot bear to be uninterested or unemployed, I, who for so long a time have been addicted to passiveness.