John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 pages |
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... spirit of the Cumbrian lakes and mountains , and their power upon the 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 ...
... spirit of the Cumbrian lakes and mountains , and their power upon the 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 ...
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... spirit , and conduct : ' of so remarkably fine a commonsense and native re- spectability , ' writes Cowden Clarke , in whose father's school the poet and his brother were brought up , ' that I perfectly remember the warm terms in which ...
... spirit , and conduct : ' of so remarkably fine a commonsense and native re- spectability , ' writes Cowden Clarke , in whose father's school the poet and his brother were brought up , ' that I perfectly remember the warm terms in which ...
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... spirit of manliness and honour , with a less impulsive disposition and a cooler blood . From a boy he was the bigger and stronger of the two : and at school found himself continually involved in fights for , and not unfrequently with ...
... spirit of manliness and honour , with a less impulsive disposition and a cooler blood . From a boy he was the bigger and stronger of the two : and at school found himself continually involved in fights for , and not unfrequently with ...
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... spirit . In the July following her daughter's death , Mrs Jennings , being desirous to make the best provision she could for her orphan grand - children , ' in consideration of the natural love and affection which she had for them ...
... spirit . In the July following her daughter's death , Mrs Jennings , being desirous to make the best provision she could for her orphan grand - children , ' in consideration of the natural love and affection which she had for them ...
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... spirit was not prepared for the unhesitating and prompt admiration which broke forth before he had read twenty lines of the first poem . Horace Smith happened to be there on the occasion , and he was not less demonstrative in his ...
... spirit was not prepared for the unhesitating and prompt admiration which broke forth before he had read twenty lines of the first poem . Horace Smith happened to be there on the occasion , and he was not less demonstrative in his ...
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John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics, and After-Fame ... Sidney Colvin No preview available - 2018 |
John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-Fame Sidney Colvin, Sir No preview available - 2015 |
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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...