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Pàgina 12
... Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . + But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human ...
... Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . + But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human ...
Pàgina 13
... thou , being by , Hadst caught the tones , nor suffered them to die . O'ershading sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil ...
... thou , being by , Hadst caught the tones , nor suffered them to die . O'ershading sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil ...
Pàgina 28
... Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine Of their star in the east , and gone to worship them ! In the previous autumn Keats was in the habit of frequently passing the evening in his friend's paint- ing - room , where many men of ...
... Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine Of their star in the east , and gone to worship them ! In the previous autumn Keats was in the habit of frequently passing the evening in his friend's paint- ing - room , where many men of ...
Pàgina 57
... thou dost grieve , Nor can I die whilst thou dost live . " By my own temper I shall guess At thy felicity , And only like my happiness , Because it pleaseth thee . Our hearts at any time will tell If thou or I be sick or well . " All ...
... thou dost grieve , Nor can I die whilst thou dost live . " By my own temper I shall guess At thy felicity , And only like my happiness , Because it pleaseth thee . Our hearts at any time will tell If thou or I be sick or well . " All ...
Pàgina 78
... hearse Would offer a burnt sacrifice of verse And melody . How heaven - ward thou soundest ! Live Temple of sweet noise , And Discord unconfoundest , Giving Delight new joys , And Pleasure nobler pinions : 78 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
... hearse Would offer a burnt sacrifice of verse And melody . How heaven - ward thou soundest ! Live Temple of sweet noise , And Discord unconfoundest , Giving Delight new joys , And Pleasure nobler pinions : 78 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
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Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats, Volum 2 Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) Visualització completa - 1848 |
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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.