John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 páginas |
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... hope may stand . I have not shrunk from quoting in full poems and portions of poems which everybody knows , in cases where I wanted the reader to have their text not merely in memory but actually before him , for re - studying with a ...
... hope may stand . I have not shrunk from quoting in full poems and portions of poems which everybody knows , in cases where I wanted the reader to have their text not merely in memory but actually before him , for re - studying with a ...
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... Hope , quite in the square - toed manner of eighteenth- century didactic verse , and another to Apollo , in which style and expression owe everything to Gray ; a set of octosyllabics recording , this time with some touch of freshness ...
... Hope , quite in the square - toed manner of eighteenth- century didactic verse , and another to Apollo , in which style and expression owe everything to Gray ; a set of octosyllabics recording , this time with some touch of freshness ...
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... hope against hope that with that catas- trophe there might return to Europe not only peace but freedom . ( We have told already how Keats at Edmonton tried his boyish hand at a sonnet on the same occasion and to the same purpose ...
... hope against hope that with that catas- trophe there might return to Europe not only peace but freedom . ( We have told already how Keats at Edmonton tried his boyish hand at a sonnet on the same occasion and to the same purpose ...
Página 67
... hope are friends for ever . I only know that , if I sell my picture , Keats shall never want till another is done , that he may have leisure for his effusions : in short he shall never want all his life . ' To Keats himself , more ...
... hope are friends for ever . I only know that , if I sell my picture , Keats shall never want till another is done , that he may have leisure for his effusions : in short he shall never want all his life . ' To Keats himself , more ...
Página 74
... few years later in colla- boration with Thomas Hood holds its own well beside that of his associate . Partly owing to the persuasions of the lady to whom he was engaged , Reynolds early HIS DEVOTION TO KEATS 75 gave up the hope of.
... few years later in colla- boration with Thomas Hood holds its own well beside that of his associate . Partly owing to the persuasions of the lady to whom he was engaged , Reynolds early HIS DEVOTION TO KEATS 75 gave up the hope of.
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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...