The poetical works of John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott, Թողարկում 639George Routledge and sons, the Broadway, Ludgate., 1873 - 351 էջ |
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... in his art at least , a materialist , and contented with the luxury he aspired to express , if he could only have health . It has been said Endymion was written in competition with Shelley's Revolt of Islam , xviii Introductory Memoir .
... in his art at least , a materialist , and contented with the luxury he aspired to express , if he could only have health . It has been said Endymion was written in competition with Shelley's Revolt of Islam , xviii Introductory Memoir .
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... Endymion we find also a want of constructive ability , the story being lost like a river in a marshy country , and this I consider its main , if not its only defect as a work of art . The most of us will allow that it has defects enough ...
... Endymion we find also a want of constructive ability , the story being lost like a river in a marshy country , and this I consider its main , if not its only defect as a work of art . The most of us will allow that it has defects enough ...
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... Endymion . That it is so is no fault of mine ! No , though it may sound a little paradoxical it is as good as I had power to make it myself . Had I been nervous about it being a perfect piece , asked advice , and trembled over every ...
... Endymion . That it is so is no fault of mine ! No , though it may sound a little paradoxical it is as good as I had power to make it myself . Had I been nervous about it being a perfect piece , asked advice , and trembled over every ...
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... to his mental position , and view of him- self and the public . Regarding his first preface to Endymion , which he abandoned on the remonstrances of his friends , he writes to Reynolds : " Since Introductory Memoir . XXV.
... to his mental position , and view of him- self and the public . Regarding his first preface to Endymion , which he abandoned on the remonstrances of his friends , he writes to Reynolds : " Since Introductory Memoir . XXV.
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John Keats William Bell Scott. But the year 1818 , when Endymion was published ( April ) , and the severe criticisms followed , certainly con- tained the death - warrant of Keats . In the month of June he went north with his dear friend ...
John Keats William Bell Scott. But the year 1818 , when Endymion was published ( April ) , and the severe criticisms followed , certainly con- tained the death - warrant of Keats . In the month of June he went north with his dear friend ...
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Էջ 318 - 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...
Էջ 273 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Էջ 272 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Էջ 279 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Էջ 275 - 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! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Էջ 269 - 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.
Էջ 321 - 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.
Էջ 191 - 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.
Էջ 2 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Էջ 204 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.