Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 páginas |
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... fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it with tears . " Not long before this , Keats had become familiar with the works of Lord Byron , and indited a Sonnet , of little merit , to him in ...
... fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it with tears . " Not long before this , Keats had become familiar with the works of Lord Byron , and indited a Sonnet , of little merit , to him in ...
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... fear ; I may surer say , it is likely to be the cause of my disappointment . However , every ill has its share of good ; this , my bane , would at any time enable me to look with an obstinate eye on the very devil him- self ; or , to be ...
... fear ; I may surer say , it is likely to be the cause of my disappointment . However , every ill has its share of good ; this , my bane , would at any time enable me to look with an obstinate eye on the very devil him- self ; or , to be ...
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... fear of " before and behind Mr. Honeycomb , " I'll proceed . I have not time to elucidate the forms and shapes of the grass and trees ; for , rot it ! I forgot to bring my mathematical case with me , which unfortunately contained my ...
... fear of " before and behind Mr. Honeycomb , " I'll proceed . I have not time to elucidate the forms and shapes of the grass and trees ; for , rot it ! I forgot to bring my mathematical case with me , which unfortunately contained my ...
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... fears a wound from Time or Fate . Our changed and mingled souls are grown To such acquaintance now , That , if each would resume her own , Alas ! we know not how , We have each other so engrost That each is in the union lost . And thus ...
... fears a wound from Time or Fate . Our changed and mingled souls are grown To such acquaintance now , That , if each would resume her own , Alas ! we know not how , We have each other so engrost That each is in the union lost . And thus ...
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... fear . Aye , when the soul is fled To high above our head , Affrighted do we gaze After its airy maze , As doth a mother wild , When her young infant child Is in an eagle's claws- And is not this the cause Of madness ? -God of Song ...
... fear . Aye , when the soul is fled To high above our head , Affrighted do we gaze After its airy maze , As doth a mother wild , When her young infant child Is in an eagle's claws- And is not this the cause Of madness ? -God of Song ...
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Página 64 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 171 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
Página 74 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Página 68 - I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity — it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance — 2nd.
Página 41 - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
Página 141 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Página 59 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Página 85 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Página 193 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Página 82 - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.