The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Volumen3Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 82
Página 4
... thing to dream of , not to tell ! " The sensual life of verse springs warm from the lips of Kean , and to one learned in Shakespearian hieroglyphics - learned in the spiritual portion of those lines to which Kean adds a sensual grandeur ...
... thing to dream of , not to tell ! " The sensual life of verse springs warm from the lips of Kean , and to one learned in Shakespearian hieroglyphics - learned in the spiritual portion of those lines to which Kean adds a sensual grandeur ...
Página 7
... the wind - a perfect thing of the elements , winged and sweetly coloured . Poetry must be free ! It is of the air , not of the earth ; 66 and the higher it soars the nearer it gets KEAN IN " RICHARD DUKE OF YORK . " 7.
... the wind - a perfect thing of the elements , winged and sweetly coloured . Poetry must be free ! It is of the air , not of the earth ; 66 and the higher it soars the nearer it gets KEAN IN " RICHARD DUKE OF YORK . " 7.
Página 12
... thing we are convinced of on looking over the three parts of Henry , from which this play is gleaned ; which is , that Shakespeare was the only lonely and perfectly happy creature God ever formed . He could never have a mate , -being ...
... thing we are convinced of on looking over the three parts of Henry , from which this play is gleaned ; which is , that Shakespeare was the only lonely and perfectly happy creature God ever formed . He could never have a mate , -being ...
Página 13
... things are becoming happy under her wings and nestle against her bosom : she feels this love and gratitude too much to ... thing is a piece of profound verdure . Troylus and Cressida.1 I have ( as when the Sunne doth light a - scorne ) ...
... things are becoming happy under her wings and nestle against her bosom : she feels this love and gratitude too much to ... thing is a piece of profound verdure . Troylus and Cressida.1 I have ( as when the Sunne doth light a - scorne ) ...
Página 19
... thing as operates in the great world to the end of a Prophecy's being accomplish'd : therefore he devoted himself rather to the ardours than the pleasures of Song , solacing himself at intervals with cups of old wine ; and those are ...
... thing as operates in the great world to the end of a Prophecy's being accomplish'd : therefore he devoted himself rather to the ardours than the pleasures of Song , solacing himself at intervals with cups of old wine ; and those are ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
affectionate Brother John affectionate friend appears beautiful Ben Nevis BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy Cottage dear Bailey dear Fanny dear Haydon dear Keats dear Reynolds delight Devonshire Dilke Duke Endymion Fanny Brawne FANNY KEATS feel friend John Keats genius George George Keats give Hampstead happy Haydon's journal Hazlitt head hear heard heart Heaven hope Hunt imagination Isle JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Kean Keats's ladies lines live look Lord Houghton miles Milton mind Miss morning mountains never night Number Paradise Lost passage perhaps pleasure poem poet poetry Port Patrick Postmark remember Shakespeare sincere friend sister sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit talk Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thought tion town Volume walk Walthamstow Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday
Pasajes populares
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.