A Concordance to the Poems of John KeatsCarnegie Institution of Washington, 1917 - 437 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
13 Calidore 17 Shell 19 Hadst thou 20 Hope 23 Woman 231 Nightingale 234 Grecian Urn 244 Robin Hood 25 Mathew 29 Full 299 Builder 300 Opposites 316 Reynolds 32 Clarke 324 Galloway 327 Highlands 335 Ben Nevis 337 Prophecy 347 Indolence 350 Extempore 357 Faeries 429 Stephen 450 Fall Hyp 46 Sleep 50 Sleep Acrostic Agnes Apollo Auranthe Bag-pipe beauty Belle Dame bliss blue breath bright Cap and Bells clouds cold dark death dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair Fancy Fanny fear feel flowers Gadfly gentle golden green hand happy hast hath head heart heaven hour Hush kiss lady Lamia leaves light lips look'd Melancholy moon mortal Muse never night o'er Otho Psyche sigh soft soul spirit Staffa stars stood sweet Teignmouth thee thine thou art twas voice wings
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Página 113 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the...
Página viii - By Keats's soul, the man who never stepped In gradual progress like another man, But, turning grandly on his central self, Ensphered himself in twenty perfect years, And died, not young (the life of a long life Distilled to a mere drop, falling like a tear Upon the world's cold cheek to make it burn Forever...
Página xviii - This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
Página 18 - Such as sat listening round Apollo's pipe, When the great deity, for earth too ripe, Let his divinity o'erflowing die In music, through the vales of Thessaly...
Página 139 - 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...
Página xviii - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood...
Página vii - Keats he placed on a lofty pinnacle. " He would have been among the very greatest of us if he had lived. There is something of the innermost soul of poetry in almost everything he ever wrote.
Página xvi - Poet hath bene much travelled and throughly redd, how could it be, (as that worthy Oratour sayde) but that walking in the sonne although for other cause he walked, yet needes he mought be sunburnt; and having the sound of those auncient Poetes still ringing in his eares, he mought needes in singing hit out some of theyr tunes.
Página xviii - But eagles, golden-feather'd, 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 viii - Ensphered himself in twenty perfect years, And died, not young, - (the life of a long life, Distilled to a mere drop, falling like a tear Upon the world's cold cheek to make it burn For ever;) by that strong excepted soul...