John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 páginas |
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... Happy is England , may have been written in London at the close of that year : a number of others , showing a gradually strengthening touch , belong , we know , to the spring and early summer of the next . For his brother George to send ...
... Happy is England , may have been written in London at the close of that year : a number of others , showing a gradually strengthening touch , belong , we know , to the spring and early summer of the next . For his brother George to send ...
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... happy fields ' where he had been rambling when he wrote the sonnet to Charles Wells on June the 29th were almost certainly the fields of Hampstead , and there is no reason to doubt Hunt's statement that the ' little hill ' from which ...
... happy fields ' where he had been rambling when he wrote the sonnet to Charles Wells on June the 29th were almost certainly the fields of Hampstead , and there is no reason to doubt Hunt's statement that the ' little hill ' from which ...
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... Happy he who trusts To clear Futurity his darling fame ! Then there were fauns and satyrs taking aim At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers , ' mid a luscious heap Of vine - leaves . Then there rose to view a fane Of ...
... Happy he who trusts To clear Futurity his darling fame ! Then there were fauns and satyrs taking aim At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers , ' mid a luscious heap Of vine - leaves . Then there rose to view a fane Of ...
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... happy they ! For over them was seen a free display Of out - spread wings , and from between them shone The face of Poesy : from off her throne She overlook'd things that I scarce could tell . It is easy from the above and from some of ...
... happy they ! For over them was seen a free display Of out - spread wings , and from between them shone The face of Poesy : from off her throne She overlook'd things that I scarce could tell . It is easy from the above and from some of ...
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... happy line or two in its list of delights , and its opening is noticeable as repeating the interrogative formula of the opening lines of Sleep and Poetry , Keats's chief venture in verse this winter . Very soon after the date of this ...
... happy line or two in its list of delights , and its opening is noticeable as repeating the interrogative formula of the opening lines of Sleep and Poetry , Keats's chief venture in verse this winter . Very soon after the date of this ...
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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...