The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 Seiten |
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... spirit of a man ; they make our prime objects a refuge as well as a passion ; the trumpet of Fame is as a tower of strength , the ambi- tious bloweth it , and is safe . " *** " There is no greater sin , after the seven deadly , than to ...
... spirit of a man ; they make our prime objects a refuge as well as a passion ; the trumpet of Fame is as a tower of strength , the ambi- tious bloweth it , and is safe . " *** " There is no greater sin , after the seven deadly , than to ...
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... spirit . He must have happy years , to come ; he shall not die - by God . ' " * Some later extracts from letters to this excellent friend are interesting ; they were part of the occupation of the winter of 1817-18 , which Keats passed ...
... spirit . He must have happy years , to come ; he shall not die - by God . ' " * Some later extracts from letters to this excellent friend are interesting ; they were part of the occupation of the winter of 1817-18 , which Keats passed ...
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... spirit with a fine suddenness . To compare great things with small , have you never , by being surprised with an old melody , in a delicious place , by a delicious voice , felt over again your very speculations and sur- mises at the ...
... spirit with a fine suddenness . To compare great things with small , have you never , by being surprised with an old melody , in a delicious place , by a delicious voice , felt over again your very speculations and sur- mises at the ...
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... spirit he wrote about the same time to his brothers - after assert- ing that works of genius are the finest things in this world- " No ! for that sort of probity and disinterested- ness which such men as Bailey possess does hold and ...
... spirit he wrote about the same time to his brothers - after assert- ing that works of genius are the finest things in this world- " No ! for that sort of probity and disinterested- ness which such men as Bailey possess does hold and ...
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... spirit and pulse of good ' by their mere passive existence . Memory should not be called knowledge . Many have original minds who do not think it : they are led away by cus- tom . Now it appears to me that almost any man may , like the ...
... spirit and pulse of good ' by their mere passive existence . Memory should not be called knowledge . Many have original minds who do not think it : they are led away by cus- tom . Now it appears to me that almost any man may , like the ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Seite 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 347 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Seite 233 - 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.
Seite 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Seite 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Seite 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.