Letters to His Family and FriendsMacmillan, 1891 - 396 pàgines |
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Pàgina 32
... expect from my employment this summer is the fruit of Experience which I hope to gather in my next Poem . Bailey's kindest wishes , and my vow of being Yours eternally If he can get ready in which will be in a few You will be glad to ...
... expect from my employment this summer is the fruit of Experience which I hope to gather in my next Poem . Bailey's kindest wishes , and my vow of being Yours eternally If he can get ready in which will be in a few You will be glad to ...
Pàgina 35
... expect to see them soon , with as many Letters - You will soon hear the dinning of Bells - never mind ! you and Gleig will defy the foul fiend - But do not sacrifice your health to Books : do take it kindly and not so voraciously . I am ...
... expect to see them soon , with as many Letters - You will soon hear the dinning of Bells - never mind ! you and Gleig will defy the foul fiend - But do not sacrifice your health to Books : do take it kindly and not so voraciously . I am ...
Pàgina 36
... expect - but that's neither here nor there . All I can say , I wish him as well through it as I am like to be . For this fortnight I have been confined at Hampstead . Saturday evening was my first day in town , when I went to Rice's ...
... expect - but that's neither here nor there . All I can say , I wish him as well through it as I am like to be . For this fortnight I have been confined at Hampstead . Saturday evening was my first day in town , when I went to Rice's ...
Pàgina 52
... expect it on Wednesday . I am afraid it is gone . Severn tells me he has an order for some drawings for the Emperor of Russia . You must get well Tom , and then I shall feel whole and genial as the winter air . Give me as many letters ...
... expect it on Wednesday . I am afraid it is gone . Severn tells me he has an order for some drawings for the Emperor of Russia . You must get well Tom , and then I shall feel whole and genial as the winter air . Give me as many letters ...
Pàgina 53
... expect to see me in four days . Thirdly , I have been racketing too much , and do not feel over well . I have seen Wordsworth frequently - Dined with him last Monday 1818 ] 53 TO HAYDON Jan 10, 1818 Jan 10, 1818 TO BENJAMIN BAILEY To ...
... expect to see me in four days . Thirdly , I have been racketing too much , and do not feel over well . I have seen Wordsworth frequently - Dined with him last Monday 1818 ] 53 TO HAYDON Jan 10, 1818 Jan 10, 1818 TO BENJAMIN BAILEY To ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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.