John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 pages |
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Page vii
... soul - shaking years , being over age for any effectual war - service , have found solace and occupation in carrying it through . The following pages , timed to appear in the hundredth year after the publication of Keats's first volume ...
... soul - shaking years , being over age for any effectual war - service , have found solace and occupation in carrying it through . The following pages , timed to appear in the hundredth year after the publication of Keats's first volume ...
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... souls and lives of those living among them , to be newly revealed and interpreted to the general mind of man , where should we look for its spokesman but in one of Wordsworth's birth and training ? What , then , it may be asked , of ...
... souls and lives of those living among them , to be newly revealed and interpreted to the general mind of man , where should we look for its spokesman but in one of Wordsworth's birth and training ? What , then , it may be asked , of ...
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... seed - time to his soul . Across the levels of the Lea valley , not then disfigured as they are now by factories and reservoir works and the squalor of sprawling suburbs , 22 INFLUENCES OF NATURE rose the softly shagged undulations of.
... seed - time to his soul . Across the levels of the Lea valley , not then disfigured as they are now by factories and reservoir works and the squalor of sprawling suburbs , 22 INFLUENCES OF NATURE rose the softly shagged undulations of.
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... soul . While I was painting , walking , or thinking , beaming flashes of energy followed and impressed me . . . They came over me , and shot across me , and shook me , till I lifted up my heart and thanked God . ' But for all his ...
... soul . While I was painting , walking , or thinking , beaming flashes of energy followed and impressed me . . . They came over me , and shot across me , and shook me , till I lifted up my heart and thanked God . ' But for all his ...
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... soul , my heart yearned for sympathy , believe me from my soul , in you I have found one , -you add fire , when I am exhausted , and excite fury afresh - I offer my heart and intellect and experience at first I feared your ardor might ...
... soul , my heart yearned for sympathy , believe me from my soul , in you I have found one , -you add fire , when I am exhausted , and excite fury afresh - I offer my heart and intellect and experience at first I feared your ardor might ...
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John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics, and After-Fame ... Sidney Colvin No preview available - 2018 |
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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...