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... the noble cathedral and its quiet close - the green sward and elm - tree walks , were especially agreeable to him . He wrote thence the following letters and extracts : - To MR . HAYDON . I came here in the JOHN KEATS . 9.
... the noble cathedral and its quiet close - the green sward and elm - tree walks , were especially agreeable to him . He wrote thence the following letters and extracts : - To MR . HAYDON . I came here in the JOHN KEATS . 9.
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... quiet as a lamb . At Mr. Cross's is a very interesting picture of Albert Durer , who , being alive in such warlike times , was perhaps forced to paint in his gauntlets , so we must make all allowances . * * * I have done nothing ...
... quiet as a lamb . At Mr. Cross's is a very interesting picture of Albert Durer , who , being alive in such warlike times , was perhaps forced to paint in his gauntlets , so we must make all allowances . * * * I have done nothing ...
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... quietly of his supper . Agriculture is the tamer of men - the steam from the earth is like drinking their mother's milk - it enervates their nature . This appears a great cause of the imbecility of the Chinese : and if this sort of ...
... quietly of his supper . Agriculture is the tamer of men - the steam from the earth is like drinking their mother's milk - it enervates their nature . This appears a great cause of the imbecility of the Chinese : and if this sort of ...
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... quiet a collection of lions ' and rams ' heads . The doors [ are ] most part black , with a little brass handle just above the keyhole , so that in Winchester a man may very quietly shut himself out of his own house . How beautiful the ...
... quiet a collection of lions ' and rams ' heads . The doors [ are ] most part black , with a little brass handle just above the keyhole , so that in Winchester a man may very quietly shut himself out of his own house . How beautiful the ...
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... quietly , and fag on as others do . I shall apply to Hazlitt , who knows the market as well as any one , for something to bring me in a few pounds as soon as possible . I shall not suffer my pride to hinder me . The whisper may go round ...
... quietly , and fag on as others do . I shall apply to Hazlitt , who knows the market as well as any one , for something to bring me in a few pounds as soon as possible . I shall not suffer my pride to hinder me . The whisper may go round ...
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Page 103 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Page 25 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Page 99 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 260 - I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving! O, what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet ! why should you die — Why should you leave me, sweet bird ! why?
Page 269 - I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery's song.
Page 291 - It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Page 269 - 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!' I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side.
Page 108 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 301 - Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response Deigns to reply from heaven or from Hell — Then to my human heart I turn at once — Heart! thou and I are here sad and alone; Say, wherefore did I laugh?
Page 277 - They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings: O folly! What is Love? and where is it? And for that poor Ambition! it springs From a man's little heart's short fever-fit; For Poesy! — no, — she has not a joy, — At least for me, — so sweet as drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honied indolence; O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy, That I may never know how change the moons, Or hear the voice of busy common-sense! And once more came they by; — alas! wherefore?