Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 páginas |
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... To startle princes from their easy slumbers ; " and while he checks himself in what he calls " this mad ambi- tion , " yet he owns he has felt " relief from pain , When some bright thought has darted through my brain- Through all the day ...
... To startle princes from their easy slumbers ; " and while he checks himself in what he calls " this mad ambi- tion , " yet he owns he has felt " relief from pain , When some bright thought has darted through my brain- Through all the day ...
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... to read the original Greek , Homer had as yet been to him a name of solemn ... day on Mr. Clarke's table , realizing the idea of that form of verse ... of the various orders of verse , with which 74 LIFE AND LETTERS OF 24.
... to read the original Greek , Homer had as yet been to him a name of solemn ... day on Mr. Clarke's table , realizing the idea of that form of verse ... of the various orders of verse , with which 74 LIFE AND LETTERS OF 24.
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... of public feeling , and became a traitor or a martyr according to the temper of the spectator . The heart of Keats leaped towards him in human and poetic brotherhood , and the earnest Sonnet on the day he left his prison riveted the ...
... of public feeling , and became a traitor or a martyr according to the temper of the spectator . The heart of Keats leaped towards him in human and poetic brotherhood , and the earnest Sonnet on the day he left his prison riveted the ...
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... a young publisher , himself a poet , who , out of sheer admiration , offered to publish a volume of his productions . The poem with which it commences was suggested to Keats by a de- lightful summer's - day , as he stood beside the gate ...
... a young publisher , himself a poet , who , out of sheer admiration , offered to publish a volume of his productions . The poem with which it commences was suggested to Keats by a de- lightful summer's - day , as he stood beside the gate ...
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... of Poetry towers above me ; yet when my bro- ther reads some of Pope's Homer , or Plutarch's Lives , they seem like music to mine . I read and write about eight hours a - day . There is an old saying , " Well begun is half done ; " ' tis a ...
... of Poetry towers above me ; yet when my bro- ther reads some of Pope's Homer , or Plutarch's Lives , they seem like music to mine . I read and write about eight hours a - day . There is an old saying , " Well begun is half done ; " ' tis a ...
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Página 64 - 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 Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 171 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
Página 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 / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Página 68 - I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity — it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance — 2nd.
Página 41 - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
Página 141 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Página 59 - 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...
Página 85 - 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.
Página 193 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Página 82 - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.