John Keats, Volumen2Cape, 1925 |
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... morning , June twenty- second , saw George and his wife , Keats , and Brown , get- ting into , or mounting to the top of , the " Prince Saxe Cobourg " Liverpool coach , bound through Stony - Strat- ford , Lichfield , and the Potteries ...
... morning , June twenty- second , saw George and his wife , Keats , and Brown , get- ting into , or mounting to the top of , the " Prince Saxe Cobourg " Liverpool coach , bound through Stony - Strat- ford , Lichfield , and the Potteries ...
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... morning of Thursday , June twenty - fifth , found them dressed , knapsacks packed , but it rained , rained cats and dogs . Being new to the weather , they set themselves to wait , whiling away the time with a volume of Milton which ...
... morning of Thursday , June twenty - fifth , found them dressed , knapsacks packed , but it rained , rained cats and dogs . Being new to the weather , they set themselves to wait , whiling away the time with a volume of Milton which ...
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... morning at Ambleside . This letter is none other than the first of the series of long journal letters , carried on from day to day and posted at convenient intervals , which Keats wrote to Tom during this Summer . The history of its ...
... morning at Ambleside . This letter is none other than the first of the series of long journal letters , carried on from day to day and posted at convenient intervals , which Keats wrote to Tom during this Summer . The history of its ...
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... morning we arose at 4 , and set off in a Scotch mist ; put up once under a tree , and in fine , have walked wet and dry to this place , called in the vulgar tongue Endmoor , 17 miles ; we have not been in- commoded by our knapsacks ...
... morning we arose at 4 , and set off in a Scotch mist ; put up once under a tree , and in fine , have walked wet and dry to this place , called in the vulgar tongue Endmoor , 17 miles ; we have not been in- commoded by our knapsacks ...
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... morning , we began to get among the hills and to see the mountains grow up before us - the other half brought us to Wynandermere , 14 miles to dinner . The weather is capital for the views , but is now rather misty , and we are in doubt ...
... morning , we began to get among the hills and to see the mountains grow up before us - the other half brought us to Wynandermere , 14 miles to dinner . The weather is capital for the views , but is now rather misty , and we are in doubt ...
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Abbey Agnes Author's Collection Bailey beautiful Bedhampton believe Brawne's Bridget Brown Buxton Forman called copy dear death delight Dilke Endymion Eve of St eyes fact Fanny Brawne feel friends George George Keats give Gripus Hampstead hand Haslam Haydon heart Hessey hope Hunt Hunt's Hyperion imagination John Keats Joseph Severn Keats says Keats wrote Keats's knew lady Lamia Leigh Hunt letter lines live London look Lord Lord Houghton mind Miss Brawne Monday mood morning Mysteries of Udolpho never night Ode on Indolence Ode on Melancholy once passage poem poet poetry poor quote Reynolds seems seen Severn Shanklin Sir Sidney Colvin sister sonnet sort speak stanza Taylor tell thing thought told Tom's took volume walk week Wentworth Place Winchester wish woman Woodhouse Book words write written young
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Página 246 - She dwells with Beauty— Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Página 334 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Página 376 - This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again And thou be conscience-calm'd — See here it is — I hold it towards you.
Página 170 - The silver, snarling trumpets "gan to chide: The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests: The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Star'd, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
Página 255 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self.
Página 577 - What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? In some delicious ramble, he had found A little space, with boughs all woven round ; And in the midst of all, a clearer pool Than e'er reflected in its pleasant cool The blue sky, here and there serenely peeping, Through tendril wreaths fantastically creeping.
Página 252 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 178 - A Man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the Mystery of his life — a life like the scriptures, figurative — which such people can no more make out than they can the Hebrew Bible.
Página 198 - WHY did I laugh to-night ? No voice will tell; No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell: Then to my human heart I turn at once. Heart ! Thou and I are here sad and alone...
Página 231 - The common cognomen of this world among the misguided and superstitious is "a vale of tears " from which we are to be redeemed by a certain arbitrary interposition of God and taken to Heaven. What a little circumscribed straightened [sic] notion ! Call the world if you please "The vale of Soul-making.