KeatsMacmillan, 1887 - 233 Seiten |
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... feel to be a satisfying oc- cupation for his thoughts : he knew nothing of that passion of philosophical curiosity in the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame which by turns attracted Coleridge and Shelley toward the study of ...
... feel to be a satisfying oc- cupation for his thoughts : he knew nothing of that passion of philosophical curiosity in the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame which by turns attracted Coleridge and Shelley toward the study of ...
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... feel to be the first proof I had re- ceived of his having committed himself in verse ; and how clearly do I recollect the conscious look and hesitation with which he offered it ! There are some momentary glances by beloved friends that ...
... feel to be the first proof I had re- ceived of his having committed himself in verse ; and how clearly do I recollect the conscious look and hesitation with which he offered it ! There are some momentary glances by beloved friends that ...
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... feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please , With these poor offerings , a man like thee . ” With this confession of a longing retrospect towards the beauty of the old pagan world , and of gratitude for present friendship ...
... feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please , With these poor offerings , a man like thee . ” With this confession of a longing retrospect towards the beauty of the old pagan world , and of gratitude for present friendship ...
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... feel a great beauty of his verse to be in the richness of the vowel and diphthong sequences . He often spoke of the subject , and once maintained his view against Wordsworth when the latter seemed to be advocating a mechanical principle ...
... feel a great beauty of his verse to be in the richness of the vowel and diphthong sequences . He often spoke of the subject , and once maintained his view against Wordsworth when the latter seemed to be advocating a mechanical principle ...
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... feel their arms and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . " 1 Finally , Keats abandons and breaks off this tentative exordium of his unwritten poem with the cry : — 66 Cynthia ! I cannot tell the ...
... feel their arms and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . " 1 Finally , Keats abandons and breaks off this tentative exordium of his unwritten poem with the cry : — 66 Cynthia ! I cannot tell the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbey admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning brother Brown Charles Wentworth Dilke charm colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St expression eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's kind Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton Milton mind nature never once partly passage passion piece pleasant poem poet poet's poetic poetry quoted Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring St Agnes stanza stood story summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought touch Vale of Health verse vision volume walked Winchester words Wordsworth writes written wrote young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 178 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Seite 170 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Seite 177 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 219 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 30 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Seite 177 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Seite 173 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 173 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Seite 60 - What though I am not wealthy in the dower Of spanning wisdom ; though I do not know The shiftings of the mighty winds that blow Hither and thither all the changing thoughts Of man : though no great minist'ring reason sorts Out the dark mysteries of human souls To clear conceiving : yet there ever rolls A vast idea before me, and I glean Therefrom my liberty ; thence too I've seen The end and aim of Poesy.
Seite 112 - I find earlier days are gone by — I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but continual drinking of knowledge.