Letters to His Family and FriendsMacmillan, 1891 - 396 pàgines |
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Pàgina xix
... took a second husband , a Mr. Jeffrey , already mentioned as the corre- spondent of Lord Houghton . Frances Mary Keats ( 1803- 1889 ) , always called Fanny in the delightful series of letters which her brother addressed to her as a ...
... took a second husband , a Mr. Jeffrey , already mentioned as the corre- spondent of Lord Houghton . Frances Mary Keats ( 1803- 1889 ) , always called Fanny in the delightful series of letters which her brother addressed to her as a ...
Pàgina 11
... took , Found out the remedy . That against is in Twelfth Night , Act III . Scene ii.— Maria . For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly , can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness . Before I come ...
... took , Found out the remedy . That against is in Twelfth Night , Act III . Scene ii.— Maria . For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly , can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness . Before I come ...
Pàgina 35
... the Peninsula War and afterwards took orders : Chaplain - General to the Forces from 1846 to 1875 : author of the Subaltern and many military tales and histories . XIX - TO BENJAMIN BAILEY . [ Hampstead about November 1817 ] 35 TO BAILEY.
... the Peninsula War and afterwards took orders : Chaplain - General to the Forces from 1846 to 1875 : author of the Subaltern and many military tales and histories . XIX - TO BENJAMIN BAILEY . [ Hampstead about November 1817 ] 35 TO BAILEY.
Pàgina 39
... took it into his head to write the following , -something about " we'll talk on Wordsworth , Byron , a theme we never tire on ; " and so forth till he comes to Hunt and Keats . In the Motto they have put Hunt and Keats in large letters ...
... took it into his head to write the following , -something about " we'll talk on Wordsworth , Byron , a theme we never tire on ; " and so forth till he comes to Hunt and Keats . In the Motto they have put Hunt and Keats in large letters ...
Pàgina 56
... took Haslam with me - forgot to speak about Cripps though I broke my en- gagement to Haslam's on purpose . Mem . - Haslam came to meet me , found me at Breakfast , had the goodness to go with me my way - I have just finished the ...
... took Haslam with me - forgot to speak about Cripps though I broke my en- gagement to Haslam's on purpose . Mem . - Haslam came to meet me , found me at Breakfast , had the goodness to go with me my way - I have just finished the ...
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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.