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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... BROTHERS 7338 27 28 33 ' HAD I A MAN'S FAIR FORM , · • THEN MIGHT MY SIGHS ' SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A • CALIDORE : A ... BROTHER GEORGE 24 • LEAR ' ONCE AGAIN 40 • · 26 LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN 40 • 25 ROBIN HOOD TO THE NILE TO ...
... BROTHERS 7338 27 28 33 ' HAD I A MAN'S FAIR FORM , · • THEN MIGHT MY SIGHS ' SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A • CALIDORE : A ... BROTHER GEORGE 24 • LEAR ' ONCE AGAIN 40 • · 26 LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN 40 • 25 ROBIN HOOD TO THE NILE TO ...
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... brothers and a sister who grew to maturity . George Keats was sixteen months his junior ; Thomas was four years younger ... brother , was always frail . George , who was nearer John's age , was like him in spirit and more robust . His ...
... brothers and a sister who grew to maturity . George Keats was sixteen months his junior ; Thomas was four years younger ... brother , was always frail . George , who was nearer John's age , was like him in spirit and more robust . His ...
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... brothers ever are . From the time we were boys at school , where we loved , jangled and fought alternately , until we ... brother George , being considerably the taller and stronger , used fre- quently to hold him down by main force ...
... brothers ever are . From the time we were boys at school , where we loved , jangled and fought alternately , until we ... brother George , being considerably the taller and stronger , used fre- quently to hold him down by main force ...
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... brother Tom died . He had been his constant com- panion and nurse , and was with him at his death . Then , when his whole nature was deeply stirred , he came to know and ardently to love a girl who by turns fas- cinated and repelled him ...
... brother Tom died . He had been his constant com- panion and nurse , and was with him at his death . Then , when his whole nature was deeply stirred , he came to know and ardently to love a girl who by turns fas- cinated and repelled him ...
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... brother Poets joy'd , Who , with combined powers , their wit em- ploy'd To raise a trophy to the drama's muses . The thought of this great partnership dif- fuses Over the genius - loving heart , a feeling Of all that's high , and great ...
... brother Poets joy'd , Who , with combined powers , their wit em- ploy'd To raise a trophy to the drama's muses . The thought of this great partnership dif- fuses Over the genius - loving heart , a feeling Of all that's high , and great ...
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Page 203 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Page 125 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 146 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Page 203 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...
Page 135 - 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 ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 33 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 33 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Page 125 - 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 125 - 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 117 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.