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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... doth not make thee less Delightful : thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are ting'd with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays pre ...
... doth not make thee less Delightful : thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are ting'd with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays pre ...
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... doth dress ; Whence , ever and anon , the jay outsprings , And scales upon the beauty of its wings . The lonely turret , shatter'd , and outworn , Stands venerably proud ; too proud to mourn green Of easy slopes , and shadowy trees that ...
... doth dress ; Whence , ever and anon , the jay outsprings , And scales upon the beauty of its wings . The lonely turret , shatter'd , and outworn , Stands venerably proud ; too proud to mourn green Of easy slopes , and shadowy trees that ...
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... doth dress ; ingly . The lonely turret , shatter'd , and outworn , Stands venerably proud ; too proud to mourn green lean ΙΟ follow swallow , Delighting much , to see it half at rest , around , 40 Aye dropping their hard fruit upon the ...
... doth dress ; ingly . The lonely turret , shatter'd , and outworn , Stands venerably proud ; too proud to mourn green lean ΙΟ follow swallow , Delighting much , to see it half at rest , around , 40 Aye dropping their hard fruit upon the ...
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... doth know no fulness , and no bounds . ' True ! -tender monitors ! I bend unto your laws : This sweetest day for dalliance was born ! So , without more ado , I'll feel my heaven anew , For all the blushing of the hasty morn . ON ...
... doth know no fulness , and no bounds . ' True ! -tender monitors ! I bend unto your laws : This sweetest day for dalliance was born ! So , without more ado , I'll feel my heaven anew , For all the blushing of the hasty morn . ON ...
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... doth his green way beguile 1Ο 20 To fair hostess Merriment , Down beside the pasture Trent ; For he left the merry tale , Messenger for spicy ale . Gone , the merry morris din ; Gone , the song of Gamelyn ; Gone , the tough - belted ...
... doth his green way beguile 1Ο 20 To fair hostess Merriment , Down beside the pasture Trent ; For he left the merry tale , Messenger for spicy ale . Gone , the merry morris din ; Gone , the song of Gamelyn ; Gone , the tough - belted ...
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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.