John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 pages |
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... hands , book , etc. I have preferred not to repeat either this or the equally well known - nay , hackneyed - and very distressing death- bed drawing made by Severn at Rome . The profile from Haydon's life - mask of the poet is taken ...
... hands , book , etc. I have preferred not to repeat either this or the equally well known - nay , hackneyed - and very distressing death- bed drawing made by Severn at Rome . The profile from Haydon's life - mask of the poet is taken ...
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... hand we have material evidence of his having left by the following year , in the shape of an Ovid presented to him from the school and inscribed with a fine writing - master's flourish , ' JOHN KEATS , emer : 1812 ; ' emer , added in a ...
... hand we have material evidence of his having left by the following year , in the shape of an Ovid presented to him from the school and inscribed with a fine writing - master's flourish , ' JOHN KEATS , emer : 1812 ; ' emer , added in a ...
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... hand which seven years ago clenched itself at Hammond . ' It was natural that the same fiery temper which made him as a small boy square up against an usher on behalf of his brother , - an offence which the headmaster , according to his ...
... hand which seven years ago clenched itself at Hammond . ' It was natural that the same fiery temper which made him as a small boy square up against an usher on behalf of his brother , - an offence which the headmaster , according to his ...
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... hand was languid and melancholy - fond of repose -thoughtful beyond my years - and diffident to the last degree . But I always delighted in administering to the happiness of others : and being one of a large family , it pleased me much ...
... hand was languid and melancholy - fond of repose -thoughtful beyond my years - and diffident to the last degree . But I always delighted in administering to the happiness of others : and being one of a large family , it pleased me much ...
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... hand in various modes of verse . Some of the sonnets recorded to have belonged to the year 1815 , as Woman , when I behold thee , Happy is England , may have been written in London at the close of that year : a number of others ...
... hand in various modes of verse . Some of the sonnets recorded to have belonged to the year 1815 , as Woman , when I behold thee , Happy is England , may have been written in London at the close of that year : a number of others ...
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Page 416 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss. For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Page 146 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 88 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 239 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 351 - I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried, "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Page 422 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 253 - The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with Beauty and Truth.
Page 388 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Page 416 - 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.
Page 404 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one and one the bolts full easy slide: The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone...