John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 pages |
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... letter of 1819 , in which , speaking of the continual processes of change in the human tissues , he says , this is not the same hand which seven years ago clenched itself at Hammond . ' It was natural that the same fiery temper which ...
... letter of 1819 , in which , speaking of the continual processes of change in the human tissues , he says , this is not the same hand which seven years ago clenched itself at Hammond . ' It was natural that the same fiery temper which ...
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... letter expressing surprise that the wet weather has not brought a visit from Charles Lamb , that inveterate lover of walking in the rain : - We hadn't much thunder and lightning , I own ; But the rains might have led you to walk out of ...
... letter expressing surprise that the wet weather has not brought a visit from Charles Lamb , that inveterate lover of walking in the rain : - We hadn't much thunder and lightning , I own ; But the rains might have led you to walk out of ...
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... letter of a few weeks later to his brother George : and later still he came to look back , with a smile of manly self - derision , on those days as a time when he had been content to play the part of ' A pet- lamb in a sentimental farce ...
... letter of a few weeks later to his brother George : and later still he came to look back , with a smile of manly self - derision , on those days as a time when he had been content to play the part of ' A pet- lamb in a sentimental farce ...
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... letter to Keats , ' with a refreshed fury , an iron - clenched firmness , a crystal piety of feeling that sent me streaming on with a repulsive power against the troubles of life . And he was prone to hold himself up as a model to his ...
... letter to Keats , ' with a refreshed fury , an iron - clenched firmness , a crystal piety of feeling that sent me streaming on with a repulsive power against the troubles of life . And he was prone to hold himself up as a model to his ...
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... letter with which Haydon a few months before had clenched the Elgin marble contro- versy and practically brought it to an end . Hunt had congratulated Haydon in a sonnet on the occasion , closing with a gentle hint that , fine as such a ...
... letter with which Haydon a few months before had clenched the Elgin marble contro- versy and practically brought it to an end . Hunt had congratulated Haydon in a sonnet on the occasion , closing with a gentle hint that , fine as such a ...
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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...