John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 páginas |
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... friendship counted in Keats's life , I have tried to call up the group of his friends about him in their human linea- ments and relations , so far as these can be re- covered , more fully than has been attempted before . I believe also ...
... friendship counted in Keats's life , I have tried to call up the group of his friends about him in their human linea- ments and relations , so far as these can be re- covered , more fully than has been attempted before . I believe also ...
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His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. 12 EDWARD HOLMES him . Jennings their sailor ... friendship- in which I succeeded , but not till I had fought several battles . This violence and vehemence this ...
His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. 12 EDWARD HOLMES him . Jennings their sailor ... friendship- in which I succeeded , but not till I had fought several battles . This violence and vehemence this ...
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His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. 18 READINGS IN THE POETS ticeship and ... friend Cowden Clarke and bring away or return borrowed books . Young Clarke was an ardent liberal and disciple of Leigh Hunt ...
His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. 18 READINGS IN THE POETS ticeship and ... friend Cowden Clarke and bring away or return borrowed books . Young Clarke was an ardent liberal and disciple of Leigh Hunt ...
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His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. 20 THE SPENSER FEVER - tion like the Faerie ... friend , ' he hoisted himself up , and looked burly and dominant , as he said , " What an image that is - sea ...
His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. 20 THE SPENSER FEVER - tion like the Faerie ... friend , ' he hoisted himself up , and looked burly and dominant , as he said , " What an image that is - sea ...
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His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. OTHER POETIC INFLUENCES 21 he left school ... friend Henry Reynolds , Keats will have smiled to find an utterance of the same passion that had just awakened in his ...
His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fame Sidney Colvin. OTHER POETIC INFLUENCES 21 he left school ... friend Henry Reynolds , Keats will have smiled to find an utterance of the same passion that had just awakened in his ...
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Página 416 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss. For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Página 146 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 88 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 239 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Página 351 - I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried, "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Página 422 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 253 - The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with Beauty and Truth.
Página 388 - 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...
Página 416 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 404 - 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. And they are gone...