The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John KeatsIn the few short years of his life John Keats created lasting images of beauty. He wrote with a firm touch, with rich yet controlled imagination, with a joyous delight in nature. He possessed an instant alchemy by which he transmuted all sights and sounds into poetry. Voracious reading set him standards rather than furnished him models, and he strove to perfect his poetry through constant creative revision. He pleaded for freedom of imagination as opposed to the constraints of the school of Pope. He traveled widely in a futile search for health. Finally, in Rome, at the age of twenty-five, John Keats died of consumption. -- From publisher's description. |
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... Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human ...
... Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human ...
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... thou a steed with a mane richly flow- ing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from thy shoulder , so ...
... thou a steed with a mane richly flow- ing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from thy shoulder , so ...
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... thou art crown'd ; As the sky - searching lark , and as elate . Minion of grandeur ! think you he did wait ? Think you he nought but prison - walls did see , Till , so unwilling , thou unturn'dst the key ? Ah , no ! far happier , nobler ...
... thou art crown'd ; As the sky - searching lark , and as elate . Minion of grandeur ! think you he did wait ? Think you he nought but prison - walls did see , Till , so unwilling , thou unturn'dst the key ? Ah , no ! far happier , nobler ...
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... Thou biddest Shakspeare wave his hand , And quickly forward spring The Passions- a terrific band - And each vibrates the string That with its tyrant temper best accords , While from their Master's lips pour forth the inspiring words . A ...
... Thou biddest Shakspeare wave his hand , And quickly forward spring The Passions- a terrific band - And each vibrates the string That with its tyrant temper best accords , While from their Master's lips pour forth the inspiring words . A ...
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... thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindness , And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindness To those who strove with the bright golden wing Of genius , to flap away each sting Thrown by the pitiless world . We next could tell Of those ...
... thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindness , And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindness To those who strove with the bright golden wing Of genius , to flap away each sting Thrown by the pitiless world . We next could tell Of those ...
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Page 213 - 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.
Page 144 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 135 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Page 144 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 145 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 49 - Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Page 135 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 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!
Page 131 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Page 133 - mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum, pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes
Page 145 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...