Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 páginas |
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... doth not make thee less Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , * See the " Literary Remains . ” † Amate . - Affright . Chaucer . As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , 20 LIFE AND LETTERS OF 20.
... doth not make thee less Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , * See the " Literary Remains . ” † Amate . - Affright . Chaucer . As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , 20 LIFE AND LETTERS OF 20.
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... doth veil , Its sides are tinged with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail , And like fair veins in sable marble flow ; Still warble , dying swan ! still tell the tale , The enchanting tale , the tale of ...
... doth veil , Its sides are tinged with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail , And like fair veins in sable marble flow ; Still warble , dying swan ! still tell the tale , The enchanting tale , the tale of ...
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... doth sit , Long after fearing to put forth again ; So at his bloody view her eyes are fled , Into the deep dark cabins of her head . " He overwhelms a genuine lover of poetry with all manner of abuse , talking about- " A poet's rage And ...
... doth sit , Long after fearing to put forth again ; So at his bloody view her eyes are fled , Into the deep dark cabins of her head . " He overwhelms a genuine lover of poetry with all manner of abuse , talking about- " A poet's rage And ...
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... doth a mother wild , When her young infant child Is in an eagle's claws- And is not this the cause Of madness ? -God of Song , Thou bearest me along Through sights I scarce can bear : O let me , let me share With the hot lyre and thee ...
... doth a mother wild , When her young infant child Is in an eagle's claws- And is not this the cause Of madness ? -God of Song , Thou bearest me along Through sights I scarce can bear : O let me , let me share With the hot lyre and thee ...
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... doth stand Upon a rock , on the border of a Lake , Nested in trees , which all do seem to shake From some old magic - like Urganda's Sword . O Phœbus ! that I had thy sacred word To show this Castle , in fair dreaming wise , Unto my ...
... doth stand Upon a rock , on the border of a Lake , Nested in trees , which all do seem to shake From some old magic - like Urganda's Sword . O Phœbus ! that I had thy sacred word To show this Castle , in fair dreaming wise , Unto my ...
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Página 367 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Página 143 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Página 69 - 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 247 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Página 245 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 95 - 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 142 - Our Adonais has drunk poison — Oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Página 143 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict — and also when I feel I am right, no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary reperception and ratification of what is fine.
Página 32 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
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...