The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 páginas |
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... feeling and good will , this impression soon vanishes before the astonishing affluence of thought and imagination , which at once explains and excuses the defect , if it be one . Picture after picture seems to rise before the poet's eye ...
... feeling and good will , this impression soon vanishes before the astonishing affluence of thought and imagination , which at once explains and excuses the defect , if it be one . Picture after picture seems to rise before the poet's eye ...
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... feel that such a crime must bring its heavy penalty , that if one be a self - deluder , accounts must be balanced . " Again to Hunt : " I have asked myself so often why I should be a Poet more than other men , seeing how great a thing ...
... feel that such a crime must bring its heavy penalty , that if one be a self - deluder , accounts must be balanced . " Again to Hunt : " I have asked myself so often why I should be a Poet more than other men , seeing how great a thing ...
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John Keats. I shall ever feel grateful to you for having made known to me so real a fellow as Bailey . He delights me in the selfish , and , please God , the disinterested part of my disposition . If the old Poets have any pleasure in ...
John Keats. I shall ever feel grateful to you for having made known to me so real a fellow as Bailey . He delights me in the selfish , and , please God , the disinterested part of my disposition . If the old Poets have any pleasure in ...
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... feeling at this present come over me in its full force , I sat down to write to you with a grateful heart , in that I had not a brother who did not feel and credit me for a deeper feeling and devotion for his uprightness , than for any ...
... feeling at this present come over me in its full force , I sat down to write to you with a grateful heart , in that I had not a brother who did not feel and credit me for a deeper feeling and devotion for his uprightness , than for any ...
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... feeling of humility towards the public or to anything in existence but the Eter- nal Being , the Principle of Beauty ... feel of stooping I hate the idea of humility to them . I never wrote one single line of poetry with the least shadow ...
... feeling of humility towards the public or to anything in existence but the Eter- nal Being , the Principle of Beauty ... feel of stooping I hate the idea of humility to them . I never wrote one single line of poetry with the least shadow ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 209 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Página 208 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Página 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Página 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Página 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Página 209 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Página 155 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Página 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Página 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.