Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats |
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... play , he remained at home translating his Virgil or his Fenelon : it has frequently occurred to the master to force him out into the open air for his health , and then he would walk in the garden with a book in his hand . The quantity ...
... play , he remained at home translating his Virgil or his Fenelon : it has frequently occurred to the master to force him out into the open air for his health , and then he would walk in the garden with a book in his hand . The quantity ...
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... that we read the same play forty times — for instance , the following from the Tempest never struck me so for- cibly as at present : — * See the " Literary Remains . " " Urchins Shall , for that vast of night that 34 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
... that we read the same play forty times — for instance , the following from the Tempest never struck me so for- cibly as at present : — * See the " Literary Remains . " " Urchins Shall , for that vast of night that 34 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
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... play upon his name , and in allusion to his friends of Fairy - land . The poem here begun was " Endymion . " Endymion . " In the first poem of the early volume some lines occur showing that the idea had long been germinating in his ...
... play upon his name , and in allusion to his friends of Fairy - land . The poem here begun was " Endymion . " Endymion . " In the first poem of the early volume some lines occur showing that the idea had long been germinating in his ...
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... playing before it - able , like David's harp , to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life . I have found in the ocean's music , —vary- ing ( the self - same ) more than the passion of Timotheus , an enjoy- ment ...
... playing before it - able , like David's harp , to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life . I have found in the ocean's music , —vary- ing ( the self - same ) more than the passion of Timotheus , an enjoy- ment ...
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... plays ? I mean in what mood and with what accompaniment do you like the sea best ? It is very fine in the morning , when the sun , · Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams , Turns into yellow gold his salt sea streams ; " and superb ...
... plays ? I mean in what mood and with what accompaniment do you like the sea best ? It is very fine in the morning , when the sun , · Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams , Turns into yellow gold his salt sea streams ; " and superb ...
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Page 367 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Page 143 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Page 69 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Page 247 - 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 245 - 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 95 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Page 142 - Our Adonais has drunk poison — Oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Page 143 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict — and also when I feel I am right, no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary reperception and ratification of what is fine.
Page 32 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
Page 74 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, * Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...