John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 páginas |
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... turn : ' He was when an infant a most violent and ungovernable child . At five years of age or thereabouts , he once got hold of a naked sword and shutting the door swore nobody should go out . His mother wanted to do so , but he ...
... turn : ' He was when an infant a most violent and ungovernable child . At five years of age or thereabouts , he once got hold of a naked sword and shutting the door swore nobody should go out . His mother wanted to do so , but he ...
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... turn now from these honest and warm brotherly reminiscences to their confirmation in the words of two of Keats's school - friends ; and first in those of his junior Edward Holmes , afterwards a musical critic of note and author of a ...
... turn now from these honest and warm brotherly reminiscences to their confirmation in the words of two of Keats's school - friends ; and first in those of his junior Edward Holmes , afterwards a musical critic of note and author of a ...
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... turn again to Cowden Clarke's words : - My father was in the habit , at each half - year's vacation , of bestowing prizes upon those pupils who had performed the greatest quantity of voluntary work ; and such was Keats's indefatigable ...
... turn again to Cowden Clarke's words : - My father was in the habit , at each half - year's vacation , of bestowing prizes upon those pupils who had performed the greatest quantity of voluntary work ; and such was Keats's indefatigable ...
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... turn for the interpretation of prophecy , wrote as follows : - Keats and I though about the same age , and both inclined to literature , were in many respects as different as two individuals could be . He enjoyed good health - a fine ...
... turn for the interpretation of prophecy , wrote as follows : - Keats and I though about the same age , and both inclined to literature , were in many respects as different as two individuals could be . He enjoyed good health - a fine ...
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... turn'd mine eye and wept . ' Early in the autumn of 1815 , a few weeks before his twentieth birthday , Keats left the service of Mr Hammond , his indentures having apparently been cancelled by consent , and went to live in London as a ...
... turn'd mine eye and wept . ' Early in the autumn of 1815 , a few weeks before his twentieth birthday , Keats left the service of Mr Hammond , his indentures having apparently been cancelled by consent , and went to live in London as a ...
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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...