The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Volumen3Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... affectionately J. H. Reynolds SONNET TO HAYDON Haydon ! -Thou'rt born to Immortality ! — I look full on ; —And Fame's Eternal Star Shines out o'er Ages which are yet afar ; — It hangs in all its radiance over thee ! I watch whole ...
... affectionately J. H. Reynolds SONNET TO HAYDON Haydon ! -Thou'rt born to Immortality ! — I look full on ; —And Fame's Eternal Star Shines out o'er Ages which are yet afar ; — It hangs in all its radiance over thee ! I watch whole ...
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... affectionate friend - you will not doubt that I am your's . God bless you- John Keats- This letter , addressed similarly to Number I , probably refers to one of Severn's portraits of Keats , and to the poem " I stood tip - toe " & c ...
... affectionate friend - you will not doubt that I am your's . God bless you- John Keats- This letter , addressed similarly to Number I , probably refers to one of Severn's portraits of Keats , and to the poem " I stood tip - toe " & c ...
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... affectionate Brother John Keats Reynolds shall hear from me soon . VII . To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . My Dear Reynolds , Carisbrooke , April 17th , 1817 . Ever since I wrote to my brother [ s ] from South- ampton , I have been in a ...
... affectionate Brother John Keats Reynolds shall hear from me soon . VII . To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . My Dear Reynolds , Carisbrooke , April 17th , 1817 . Ever since I wrote to my brother [ s ] from South- ampton , I have been in a ...
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... affectionate brother , XIII . John Keats . To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . My dear Reynolds , Oxford , Sunday Morning [ September 1817 ] . So you are determined to be my mortal foe - draw a sword at me , and I will forgive - put a bullet in ...
... affectionate brother , XIII . John Keats . To JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS . My dear Reynolds , Oxford , Sunday Morning [ September 1817 ] . So you are determined to be my mortal foe - draw a sword at me , and I will forgive - put a bullet in ...
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... affectionate Brother John If you direct - Post Office , Oxford - your Letter will be brought to me.- XV . To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . My dear Haydon , Oxford , 28 September [ 1817 ] . I read your letter to the young Man , whose Name is ...
... affectionate Brother John If you direct - Post Office , Oxford - your Letter will be brought to me.- XV . To BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . My dear Haydon , Oxford , 28 September [ 1817 ] . I read your letter to the young Man , whose Name is ...
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Página 23 - Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold.
Página 292 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Página 99 - 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 28 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Página 233 - A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence, because he has no Identity — he is continually in for and filling some other Body — The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute; the poet has none, no identity — he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Página 22 - The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind...
Página 22 - With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Página 23 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 234 - It is a wretched thing to confess, but it is a very fact, that not one word I ever utter can be taken for granted as an opinion growing out of my identical nature. How can it, when I have no nature?
Página 280 - This morning I am in a sort of temper^ indolent and supremely careless; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence;" my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.