John Keats: A Literary Biography ...Houghton Mifflin, 1908 - 234 páginas |
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... poet at work and best discern the creative intentions of the artist . Incidentally I have dis- covered or co - ordinated some things which throw new light upon his character and his poetry . Mr. William Allan Neilson of Harvard Uni ...
... poet at work and best discern the creative intentions of the artist . Incidentally I have dis- covered or co - ordinated some things which throw new light upon his character and his poetry . Mr. William Allan Neilson of Harvard Uni ...
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... poets of the Georgian era were stirred , more or less , by the dynamic energy of a world in convulsions . Burns came and went before the panic . The Englishman of his day was open- minded , benevolent . The songs of the hearth- stone ...
... poets of the Georgian era were stirred , more or less , by the dynamic energy of a world in convulsions . Burns came and went before the panic . The Englishman of his day was open- minded , benevolent . The songs of the hearth- stone ...
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... poet save Shakespeare himself is more English than Keats . " This as- sertion is fatuous , unless English be synonymous with universal . Keats drank inspiration from English poets , long dead . He drew a charm from some native ...
... poet save Shakespeare himself is more English than Keats . " This as- sertion is fatuous , unless English be synonymous with universal . Keats drank inspiration from English poets , long dead . He drew a charm from some native ...
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... poet was in- spired from above . In this skeptical age , one dare only affirm , lest a belief in divinity should provoke a smile , that Keats puzzles our science . Taine could not fit him into his scheme of Race , Surroundings and Epoch ...
... poet was in- spired from above . In this skeptical age , one dare only affirm , lest a belief in divinity should provoke a smile , that Keats puzzles our science . Taine could not fit him into his scheme of Race , Surroundings and Epoch ...
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... poetic in the shifting light of sun , mist and moon . After the hubbub of play it was on this world of silence that young Keats fed his unsatisfied feelings . London how stupid to call him a cockney never made any impression upon him ...
... poetic in the shifting light of sun , mist and moon . After the hubbub of play it was on this world of silence that young Keats fed his unsatisfied feelings . London how stupid to call him a cockney never made any impression upon him ...
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Página 150 - She dwells with Beauty— Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Página 221 - ... might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 67 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thicksighted...
Página 203 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 125 - The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope But he said nought to me. "I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
Página 177 - But eagles golden-feathered, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might: Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Página 104 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Página 166 - Fall ! — No, by Tellus and her briny robes ! Over the fiery frontier of my realms I will advance a terrible right arm Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove, And bid old Saturn take his throne again.
Página 81 - That which is creative must create itself. In " Endymion" I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
Página 145 - ... but even now Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow ; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.