The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 pàgines |
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Pàgina xi
... Inverness ... ... ... Portsmouth ... ... ... Shanklin Chine ... ... Winchester Cathedral : the Choir Winchester ... ... ... ... ... ... ... : : ... 196 348 355 362 370 PREFACE . THIS long - promised edition of the Letters CONTENTS . xi.
... Inverness ... ... ... Portsmouth ... ... ... Shanklin Chine ... ... Winchester Cathedral : the Choir Winchester ... ... ... ... ... ... ... : : ... 196 348 355 362 370 PREFACE . THIS long - promised edition of the Letters CONTENTS . xi.
Pàgina 8
... Shanklin , which occasioned a great debate in my mind whether I should live there or at Carisbrooke . Shanklin is a most beautiful place ; sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine , which is a cleft between the Cliffs of the ...
... Shanklin , which occasioned a great debate in my mind whether I should live there or at Carisbrooke . Shanklin is a most beautiful place ; sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine , which is a cleft between the Cliffs of the ...
Pàgina 345
... Shanklin , Isle of Wight , Thursday [ 1 July 1819. ] [ Postmark , Newport , 3 July 1819. ] My dearest Lady , I am glad I had not an opportunity of sending off a Letter which I wrote for you on Tuesday night- ' twas too much like one out ...
... Shanklin , Isle of Wight , Thursday [ 1 July 1819. ] [ Postmark , Newport , 3 July 1819. ] My dearest Lady , I am glad I had not an opportunity of sending off a Letter which I wrote for you on Tuesday night- ' twas too much like one out ...
Pàgina 347
... permit to your J. Keats . Present my Compliments to your mother , my love to Margaret and best remembrances to your Brother - if you please so . CXVI . To FANNY KEATS . Shanklin , My dear 1819 ] 347 LETTER TO FANNY BRAWNE .
... permit to your J. Keats . Present my Compliments to your mother , my love to Margaret and best remembrances to your Brother - if you please so . CXVI . To FANNY KEATS . Shanklin , My dear 1819 ] 347 LETTER TO FANNY BRAWNE .
Pàgina 348
John Keats Harry Buxton Forman. CXVI . To FANNY KEATS . Shanklin , My dear Fanny , Isle of Wight , Tuesday , July 6th [ Postmark , Newport , 8 July 1819. ] I have just received another Letter from George- full of as good news as we can ...
John Keats Harry Buxton Forman. CXVI . To FANNY KEATS . Shanklin , My dear Fanny , Isle of Wight , Tuesday , July 6th [ Postmark , Newport , 8 July 1819. ] I have just received another Letter from George- full of as good news as we can ...
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Abbey affectionate Brother John beautiful Bedhampton Ben Nevis BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy dear Fanny dear Haydon dear Reynolds delight Dilke dined endeavour Endymion eyes FANNY BRAWNE FANNY KEATS feel friend John Keats George give Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS keep Lady lately leave letter live look miles mind Miss morning Mother Mountains never night pass perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem Poet Poetry poor Port Patrick Postmark pretty remember Rice seen Sister Sonnet soon sorry sort soul speak spirits Staffa sweet talk Taylor Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Walthamstow Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday
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Pàgina 256 - BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth ! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new ? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wondrous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees...
Pàgina 210 - As to the poetical character itself (I mean that sort, of which, if I am anything, I am a member; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone...
Pàgina 84 - SOULS of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Pàgina 491 - The music, yearning like a God in pain, She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine, Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by...
Pàgina 2 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come : These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye...
Pàgina 57 - Dilke upon 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 80 - WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That...
Pàgina 331 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Pàgina 332 - When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Pàgina 84 - Drest as though bold Robin Hood Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a...