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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... lives but in books . The goblin is driven from the hearth , and the rainbow is robbed of its mystery . ' II . ON KEAN IN " RICHARD DUKE OF YORK . " THE Committee of Drury Lane have thought proper to give the name of Richard to the last ...
... lives but in books . The goblin is driven from the hearth , and the rainbow is robbed of its mystery . ' II . ON KEAN IN " RICHARD DUKE OF YORK . " THE Committee of Drury Lane have thought proper to give the name of Richard to the last ...
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... live again in the olden time . York plucks the pale rose before our eyes . The Duke of Talbot stands before us majestic , huge , appalling— “ in his habit as he lived . " Henry , the weak , careless , and good Henry , totters palpably ...
... live again in the olden time . York plucks the pale rose before our eyes . The Duke of Talbot stands before us majestic , huge , appalling— “ in his habit as he lived . " Henry , the weak , careless , and good Henry , totters palpably ...
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... live there or at Carisbrooke . Shanklin is a most beautiful place ; sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine , which is a cleft between the cliffs , of the depth of nearly 300 feet at least . This cleft is filled with trees ...
... live there or at Carisbrooke . Shanklin is a most beautiful place ; sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine , which is a cleft between the cliffs , of the depth of nearly 300 feet at least . This cleft is filled with trees ...
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... lives , Live register'd upon our brazen tombs , And so grace us in the disgrace of death : When spite of cormorant devouring time The endeavour of this present breath may buy That Honor which shall bate his Scythe's keen edge And make ...
... lives , Live register'd upon our brazen tombs , And so grace us in the disgrace of death : When spite of cormorant devouring time The endeavour of this present breath may buy That Honor which shall bate his Scythe's keen edge And make ...
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... Lives reads some of those to me they seem like Mice to mine . I read and write about eight hours a day . There is an old saying " well begun is half done " - ' tis a bad one . I would use instead , " Not begun at all till half done ...
... Lives reads some of those to me they seem like Mice to mine . I read and write about eight hours a day . There is an old saying " well begun is half done " - ' tis a bad one . I would use instead , " Not begun at all till half done ...
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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.