KeatsMacmillan, 1887 - 233 Seiten |
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... mind a striking instance of nature's in- scrutability . If we consider the other chief poets of the time , we can commonly recognize either some strain of power in their blood , or some strong inspiring influence in the scenery and ...
... mind a striking instance of nature's in- scrutability . If we consider the other chief poets of the time , we can commonly recognize either some strain of power in their blood , or some strong inspiring influence in the scenery and ...
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... mind's eye I now see him at supper sitting back on the form from the table , holding the folio volume of Burnet's ' History of his Own Time ' between himself and the table , eating his meal from beyond it . This work , and Leigh Hunt's ...
... mind's eye I now see him at supper sitting back on the form from the table , holding the folio volume of Burnet's ' History of his Own Time ' between himself and the table , eating his meal from beyond it . This work , and Leigh Hunt's ...
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... mind occur on the margins of one or two pages , in the shape of sketches ( rather prettily touched ) of pansies and other flowers : but the notes themselves are both full and close as far as they go . Poetry had indeed already become ...
... mind occur on the margins of one or two pages , in the shape of sketches ( rather prettily touched ) of pansies and other flowers : but the notes themselves are both full and close as far as they go . Poetry had indeed already become ...
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... mind at the time , my dexterity seemed a miracle , and I never took up the lancet again . " Keats at the same time was forming intimacies with other young men of literary tastes and occupations . His 16 [ CHAP . KEATS .
... mind at the time , my dexterity seemed a miracle , and I never took up the lancet again . " Keats at the same time was forming intimacies with other young men of literary tastes and occupations . His 16 [ CHAP . KEATS .
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... mind the zenith of all his aspirations - the only thing worthy the attention of superior minds - so he thought— all other pursuits were mean and tame .... It may readily 1 See C. L. Feltoe , Memorials of J. F. South ( London , 1884 ) ...
... mind the zenith of all his aspirations - the only thing worthy the attention of superior minds - so he thought— all other pursuits were mean and tame .... It may readily 1 See C. L. Feltoe , Memorials of J. F. South ( London , 1884 ) ...
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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
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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.