John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 páginas |
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... Once released from official duties , I began to prepare for the task , and through the last soul - shaking years , being over age for any effectual war - service , have found solace and occupation in carrying it through . The following ...
... Once released from official duties , I began to prepare for the task , and through the last soul - shaking years , being over age for any effectual war - service , have found solace and occupation in carrying it through . The following ...
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... Once as a young child , when she was ordered to be left quiet during an illness , he is said to have insisted on keeping watch at her door with an old sword , and allowing no one to go in . Haydon , an artist who loved to lay his ...
... Once as a young child , when she was ordered to be left quiet during an illness , he is said to have insisted on keeping watch at her door with an old sword , and allowing no one to go in . Haydon , an artist who loved to lay his ...
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... once to have taken up all the responsibilities of the trust . Under his authority John Keats was withdrawn from school at the end of the summer term , 1811 , when he was some months short of sixteen , and made to put on harness for the ...
... once to have taken up all the responsibilities of the trust . Under his authority John Keats was withdrawn from school at the end of the summer term , 1811 , when he was some months short of sixteen , and made to put on harness for the ...
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... Once when reading Cymbeline aloud , I saw his eyes fill with tears , and his voice faltered when he came to the departure of Posthumus , and Imogen saying she would have watched him- Till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as ...
... Once when reading Cymbeline aloud , I saw his eyes fill with tears , and his voice faltered when he came to the departure of Posthumus , and Imogen saying she would have watched him- Till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as ...
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... Once when Cowden Clarke asked him about his prospects and feelings in regard to his profession , he frankly declared his own sense of his unfitness for it ; with reasons such as this , that ' the other day , during the lecture , there ...
... Once when Cowden Clarke asked him about his prospects and feelings in regard to his profession , he frankly declared his own sense of his unfitness for it ; with reasons such as this , that ' the other day , during the lecture , there ...
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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...