Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 páginas |
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... noble books be any irreve- rence to their writers ; for perhaps the honors paid by man are trifles in comparison to the benefit done by great works to the " spirit and pulse of good " by their mere passive existence . Me- mory should ...
... noble books be any irreve- rence to their writers ; for perhaps the honors paid by man are trifles in comparison to the benefit done by great works to the " spirit and pulse of good " by their mere passive existence . Me- mory should ...
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... noble to sit like Jove than to fly like Mercury - let us not therefore go hur- rying about and collecting honey , bee - like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is to be arrived at ; but let us open our leaves like a flower ...
... noble to sit like Jove than to fly like Mercury - let us not therefore go hur- rying about and collecting honey , bee - like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is to be arrived at ; but let us open our leaves like a flower ...
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... noble poet wrote to the editor of the rival review , to send him-- " no more Keats , I entreat : flay him alive - if some of you don't , I must skin him myself . There is no bearing the driveling idiotism of the manikin . " Again he ...
... noble poet wrote to the editor of the rival review , to send him-- " no more Keats , I entreat : flay him alive - if some of you don't , I must skin him myself . There is no bearing the driveling idiotism of the manikin . " Again he ...
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... noble candor and simplicity of this answer is quite sufficient to place the question in its true light , and to silence forever the exclamations either of honest wrath or contemptuous compassion . Still the malice was weak only because ...
... noble candor and simplicity of this answer is quite sufficient to place the question in its true light , and to silence forever the exclamations either of honest wrath or contemptuous compassion . Still the malice was weak only because ...
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... noble being has been a source of grave delight and earnest thankfulness , through the changes and chances of her earthly pil- grimage . When Keats was left alone by his brother's death , which took place early in December , Mr. Brown ...
... noble being has been a source of grave delight and earnest thankfulness , through the changes and chances of her earthly pil- grimage . When Keats was left alone by his brother's death , which took place early in December , Mr. Brown ...
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affectionate friend Albert Auranthe Bailey beautiful Bertha breathe bright brother Brown Castle Conrad dare DEAR REYNOLDS death delight Dilke doth Elgin Marbles Emperor Endymion Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt eyes fair fame feel flowers genius George George Keats Gersa give Glocester Gonfred Hampstead hand happy Haydon head hear heard heart Heaven honor hope Hunt Hyperion imagination Isle of Wight JOHN KEATS Keats's lady leave Leigh Hunt letter literary live look Lord Lord Byron Ludolph mind morning nature never night noble numbers Otho pain Paradise Lost pass passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Port Patrick Prince Severn Shakspeare Sigifred sister sleep soft song Sonnet sort soul speak spirit Staffa sure sweet TEIGNMOUTH tell thee thing thou thought tion to-day truth verse walk wings word Wordsworth write written wrote
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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.