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... kind as to let me have access to such parts of them as relate to Keats . The most important single piece , an essay on " The Vicissitudes of Keats's Fame , " has been printed already in the Atlantic Monthly ( above , No. 8 ) , but in ...
... kind as to let me have access to such parts of them as relate to Keats . The most important single piece , an essay on " The Vicissitudes of Keats's Fame , " has been printed already in the Atlantic Monthly ( above , No. 8 ) , but in ...
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... kind of absent , uneasy wonder at his own skill . Voices and visions that he could not resist were luring his spirit 1 A specimen of such scribble , in the shape of a fragment of ro- mance narrative , composed in the sham Old - English ...
... kind of absent , uneasy wonder at his own skill . Voices and visions that he could not resist were luring his spirit 1 A specimen of such scribble , in the shape of a fragment of ro- mance narrative , composed in the sham Old - English ...
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... kind and ami- able , always ready to apologize for shocking him . As to his poetical predilections , the impression left on Mr. Ma- thew quite corresponds with that recorded by Mr. Stephens : " He admired more the external decorations ...
... kind and ami- able , always ready to apologize for shocking him . As to his poetical predilections , the impression left on Mr. Ma- thew quite corresponds with that recorded by Mr. Stephens : " He admired more the external decorations ...
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... kind . " Incomparable , " ac- cording to Lamb's well - known phrase , “ as a fire - side com- panion , " it was his misfortune to carry too much of the style , teuds fire - side tone into literature , and to affect both in prose taward ...
... kind . " Incomparable , " ac- cording to Lamb's well - known phrase , “ as a fire - side com- panion , " it was his misfortune to carry too much of the style , teuds fire - side tone into literature , and to affect both in prose taward ...
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... kind gentlemen , strange news to tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet ladies , be not frighted ; I'll be civil ; I'm what I was , a little harmless devil . " Se and au occosicual Alexandring t & also disyllabic Thymes ...
... kind gentlemen , strange news to tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet ladies , be not frighted ; I'll be civil ; I'm what I was , a little harmless devil . " Se and au occosicual Alexandring t & also disyllabic Thymes ...
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Page 175 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Page 167 - 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 23 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 217 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Page 214 - But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Page 171 - 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 159 - Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by, and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
Page 152 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
Page 171 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Page 73 - The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing — to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts. Not a select party.