Letters to His Family and FriendsMacmillan, 1891 - 396 pàgines |
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... Idea of your sending it to 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 ] ...
... Idea of your sending it to 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 ] ...
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... idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment , that the other day I nearly con- sented with myself to drop into a Phaethon . Yet ' tis a disgrace to fail , even in a huge attempt ; and at this moment I drive the ...
... idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment , that the other day I nearly con- sented with myself to drop into a Phaethon . Yet ' tis a disgrace to fail , even in a huge attempt ; and at this moment I drive the ...
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... idea of him than any I have seen- -I was but there a Week , yet the old woman made me take it with me though I went off in a hurry . Do you not think this is ominous of good ? I am glad you say every man of great views is at times ...
... idea of him than any I have seen- -I was but there a Week , yet the old woman made me take it with me though I went off in a hurry . Do you not think this is ominous of good ? I am glad you say every man of great views is at times ...
Pàgina 16
John Keats. Sin after the seven deadly than to flatter oneself into an idea of being a great Poet - or one of those beings who are privileged to wear out their Lives in the pursuit of Honor - how comfortable a feel it is to feel that ...
John Keats. Sin after the seven deadly than to flatter oneself into an idea of being a great Poet - or one of those beings who are privileged to wear out their Lives in the pursuit of Honor - how comfortable a feel it is to feel that ...
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... idea of seeing the Continent some time this summer . In repeating how sensible I am of your kindness , I remain came 66 - Yr obedt servt and friend JOHN KEATS . I shall be happy to hear any little intelligence in 18 [ 1817 LETTERS OF ...
... idea of seeing the Continent some time this summer . In repeating how sensible I am of your kindness , I remain came 66 - Yr obedt servt and friend JOHN KEATS . I shall be happy to hear any little intelligence in 18 [ 1817 LETTERS OF ...
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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.