John Keats: A Literary BiographyHoughton Mifflin, 1908 - 234 páginas |
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... ; he rears his creations in Poets ' No - Man's - Land . There is , moreover , an alien fusion of sub- stance and form . He looks out upon the world with the ideas and instincts of some young an- cient 27 CHARACTERISTICS.
... ; he rears his creations in Poets ' No - Man's - Land . There is , moreover , an alien fusion of sub- stance and form . He looks out upon the world with the ideas and instincts of some young an- cient 27 CHARACTERISTICS.
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... look at it with the eyes of Keats . The action begins with a procession in honor of Pan . Endymion , prince of the shepherds , enters last . He is moody , absent in mind from the ceremony . For he has beheld a celestial vision in the ...
... look at it with the eyes of Keats . The action begins with a procession in honor of Pan . Endymion , prince of the shepherds , enters last . He is moody , absent in mind from the ceremony . For he has beheld a celestial vision in the ...
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... look at the lost empire- Before he went into his quiet cave To muse forever . These by no means exhaust the splendid fan- tasies which " Endymion " contains in a kind of turbid solution . It would be futile to maintain that Keats often ...
... look at the lost empire- Before he went into his quiet cave To muse forever . These by no means exhaust the splendid fan- tasies which " Endymion " contains in a kind of turbid solution . It would be futile to maintain that Keats often ...
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... tragedy of Keats ' assassination by the reviews . We shall not here anticipate the last moments of Keats or interpret properly his dying request . But let us look squarely at the facts contempo- rary 103 THE REVELATION OF CHARACTER.
... tragedy of Keats ' assassination by the reviews . We shall not here anticipate the last moments of Keats or interpret properly his dying request . But let us look squarely at the facts contempo- rary 103 THE REVELATION OF CHARACTER.
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A Literary Biography Albert Elmer Hancock. But let us look squarely at the facts contempo- rary with this year as sufficient for the present . He was bruised in his dignity ; he was stung in his acute sensibilities ; he was driven into ...
A Literary Biography Albert Elmer Hancock. But let us look squarely at the facts contempo- rary with this year as sufficient for the present . He was bruised in his dignity ; he was stung in his acute sensibilities ; he was driven into ...
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æsthetic Agnes amid ancient artist Ben Nevis Blackwood's brooding Brown Byron character Charles Cowden Clarke Clarke Cockney Coleridge color creative criticism death delight Diana divine dream earth earthly emotions Endymion energy English epic eternal Eve of St eyes Fanny Brawne fate feeling force friends genius goddess Guy's Hospital Hampstead Heath Haydon heart holiness human Hunt Hunt's Hyperion imagination impulse instinct intellectual Isabella John Keats Johnny Keats Lamia letters light literary lived London lover Madeline magic Matthew Arnold Melancholy ment mind Miss Brawne mood moon mortal mystery nature nerves ness never night Ode to Psyche passed passion philosophy phrase picture play pleasure poem poet poetic Porphyro principle of beauty reveal Rome says Scott sensations senses Severn Shakespeare Shelley Sleep and Poetry sonnet soul spirit style sublime Tannhäuser taste Tennyson things thought tion tradition truth vision Wordsworth writes wrote youth
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Página 152 - She dwells with Beauty— Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Página 147 - I know not where to go." xxxvI Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum, pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes
Página 120 - 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.
Página 106 - 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 161 - I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of the imagination.
Página 83 - 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 147 - ... 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.
Página 105 - 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 167 - Yes, there must be a golden victory ; There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?
Página 127 - Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;— I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.