Keats's Poetry and the Politics of the Imagination

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Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1989 - 228 páginas
A reassessment of the historical dimension of Keat's poetry that addresses the influence on his work of the immediate post-Waterloo period and traces his source materials. A new reading of Keat's major poems is presented, as well as of many less-studied pieces.

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Preface 156
9
Endymion
35
Isabella and The Eve of St Agnes
54
Hyperion
85
Ode on a Grecian Urn
104
Otho the Great
121
Lamia
135
The Fall of Hyperion
156
Jealousies and Gripus
177
Notes
193
Works Cited
217
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Página 60 - And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze...
Página 73 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Página 215 - Tis to work, and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs as in a cell For the tyrants...
Página 96 - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, 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 76 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Página 79 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey 'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Página 94 - Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall! Yet do thou strive ; as thou art capable, As thou canst move about, an evident God; And canst oppose to each malignant hour Ethereal presence: I am but a voice; My life is but the life of winds and tides, No more than winds and tides can I avail: But thou canst.
Página 85 - I see by little and little more of what is to be done, and how it is to be done, should I ever be able to do it. On my soul, there should be some reward for that continual agonie ennuyeuse.
Página 70 - The brain, new stuff'd, in youth, with triumphs gay Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare.

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