Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats |
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For , if I left the memorials of Keats to tell their own tale , they would in truth be the book , and my business would be almost limited to their collection and arrangement ; whereas , if I only regarded them as the materials of my own ...
For , if I left the memorials of Keats to tell their own tale , they would in truth be the book , and my business would be almost limited to their collection and arrangement ; whereas , if I only regarded them as the materials of my own ...
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... which many men yet living might claim from personal knowledge , of analyzing motives of action and explaining courses of conduct ; I could tell no more than was told to me , and that I have done as faithfully as I was able and I now ...
... which many men yet living might claim from personal knowledge , of analyzing motives of action and explaining courses of conduct ; I could tell no more than was told to me , and that I have done as faithfully as I was able and I now ...
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As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are tinged with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail , And like fair veins in sable marble flow ; Still warble , dying swan ! still tell the tale ...
As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are tinged with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail , And like fair veins in sable marble flow ; Still warble , dying swan ! still tell the tale ...
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My spirit is too weak ; mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep , And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky . Yet ' tis a gentle luxury to weep , That I ...
My spirit is too weak ; mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep , And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky . Yet ' tis a gentle luxury to weep , That I ...
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I should like , of all loves , a sketch of you , and Tom , and George , in ink : which Haydon will do if you tell him how I want them . From want of regular rest I have been rather narvus , and the passage in Lear , " Do you not hear ...
I should like , of all loves , a sketch of you , and Tom , and George , in ink : which Haydon will do if you tell him how I want them . From want of regular rest I have been rather narvus , and the passage in Lear , " Do you not hear ...
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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.