Letters to His Family and FriendsMacmillan, 1891 - 396 pàgines |
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... Wordsworth put me out of breath - you know with what Reverence I would send my Well - wishes to him . Yours sincerely JOHN KEATS . IV . TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . [ London , ] Tuesday [ December 17 , 1816 ] . My dear Charles - You may ...
... Wordsworth put me out of breath - you know with what Reverence I would send my Well - wishes to him . Yours sincerely JOHN KEATS . IV . TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . [ London , ] Tuesday [ December 17 , 1816 ] . My dear Charles - You may ...
Pàgina 16
... Wordsworth's as well as to have mine in : 1 but I would rather not show my face in Town till the end of the Year - if that will be time enough — if not I shall be disappointed if you do not write for me even when you think best . I ...
... Wordsworth's as well as to have mine in : 1 but I would rather not show my face in Town till the end of the Year - if that will be time enough — if not I shall be disappointed if you do not write for me even when you think best . I ...
Pàgina 17
... Wordsworth is the same thing . I wish he had a little more taste - and did not in that respect “ deal in Lieutenantry . " You should have heard from me before this - but in the first place I did not like to do so before I had got a ...
... Wordsworth is the same thing . I wish he had a little more taste - and did not in that respect “ deal in Lieutenantry . " You should have heard from me before this - but in the first place I did not like to do so before I had got a ...
Pàgina 28
... Wordsworth and talked as may be . I think I see you and Hunt meeting in the Pit . — What a very pleasant fellow he is , if he would give up the sovereignty of a Room pro bono . What Evenings we might pass with him , could we have him ...
... Wordsworth and talked as may be . I think I see you and Hunt meeting in the Pit . — What a very pleasant fellow he is , if he would give up the sovereignty of a Room pro bono . What Evenings we might pass with him , could we have him ...
Pàgina 33
... Wordsworth - no not even Byron . Here is an instance of the friendship of such . Haydon and Hunt yarn . " 1 1 First Lord in All's Well that Ends Well , IV . iii . 2 Bentley , the Hampstead postman , was Keats's landlord at the house in ...
... Wordsworth - no not even Byron . Here is an instance of the friendship of such . Haydon and Hunt yarn . " 1 1 First Lord in All's Well that Ends Well , IV . iii . 2 Bentley , the Hampstead postman , was Keats's landlord at the house in ...
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affectionate Brother JOHN affectionate friend JOHN beautiful Ben Nevis BENJAMIN BAILEY BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy delightful Devonshire Dilke dined Endymion eyes FANNY KEATS feel friend JOHN KEATS George give glad Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt idea Imagination Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Lady lately leave Leigh Hunt letter lines Little Britain live look Miles mind Miss morning Mountains never night perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem poet Poetry poor Port Patrick pretty remember Rice seen Shakspeare sincere friend JOHN sister sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit talk TAYLOR Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 237 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Pàgina 260 - So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ! Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming : Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind...
Pàgina 261 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Pàgina 25 - But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
Pàgina 206 - 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 48 - 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 250 - She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.
Pàgina 168 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Pàgina 184 - A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity; he is continually in for and filling some other Body. The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute. The poet has none; no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Pàgina 207 - Tales and golden histories Of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then On the earth ye live again; And the souls ye left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber'd, never cloying.