Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 páginas |
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... leave not a wreck behind . You tell me never to despair . I wish it was as easy for me to observe this saying : truth is , I have a horrid morbidity of temperament , which has shown itself at intervals ; it is , I have no doubt , the ...
... leave not a wreck behind . You tell me never to despair . I wish it was as easy for me to observe this saying : truth is , I have a horrid morbidity of temperament , which has shown itself at intervals ; it is , I have no doubt , the ...
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... leaves in Vir- gil , whereat the fiend skulks off with his tail between his legs . Touch him with this enchanted paper , and he whips you his head away as fast as a snail's horn ; but then the horrid propensity he has to put it up again ...
... leaves in Vir- gil , whereat the fiend skulks off with his tail between his legs . Touch him with this enchanted paper , and he whips you his head away as fast as a snail's horn ; but then the horrid propensity he has to put it up again ...
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... leave the sea - side ; and , if I can so contrive it , you shall be greeted by him upon the sea - sands , and he shall tell you all his adventures , which having finished , he shall thus proceed— ' My dear Ladies , favorites of my ...
... leave the sea - side ; and , if I can so contrive it , you shall be greeted by him upon the sea - sands , and he shall tell you all his adventures , which having finished , he shall thus proceed— ' My dear Ladies , favorites of my ...
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... leave behind , But only , only thee : To part with thee I needs must die , Could parting sep'rate thee and I. But neither chance nor compliment Did element our love ; ' Twas sacred sympathy was lent Us from the Quire above . That ...
... leave behind , But only , only thee : To part with thee I needs must die , Could parting sep'rate thee and I. But neither chance nor compliment Did element our love ; ' Twas sacred sympathy was lent Us from the Quire above . That ...
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... leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the head , And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly head . " He has left nothing to say about nothing or any thing for look at snails - you know what ...
... leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the head , And Summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly head . " He has left nothing to say about nothing or any thing for look at snails - you know what ...
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Página 64 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 171 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
Página 74 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Página 68 - 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 — 2nd.
Página 41 - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
Página 141 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Página 59 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — 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 85 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Página 193 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Página 82 - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.