The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 էջ |
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Էջ vii
... things which stood about the life and were more or less related to it , but were not the life itself . But Biography from day to day holds dates cheaper and facts dearer . A man's life , ( as far as its outward events are concerned ...
... things which stood about the life and were more or less related to it , but were not the life itself . But Biography from day to day holds dates cheaper and facts dearer . A man's life , ( as far as its outward events are concerned ...
Էջ xii
... thing , for the public opinion of the playground is truer and more discerning than that of the world , and if you tell us what the boy was , we will tell you what the man longs to be , however he may be repressed by necessity or fear of ...
... thing , for the public opinion of the playground is truer and more discerning than that of the world , and if you tell us what the boy was , we will tell you what the man longs to be , however he may be repressed by necessity or fear of ...
Էջ xvii
... thing was against him , birth , health , even friends , since it was partly on their account that he was sneered at . His very name stood in his way , for Fame loves best such syllables as are sweet and sonorous on the tongue like ...
... thing was against him , birth , health , even friends , since it was partly on their account that he was sneered at . His very name stood in his way , for Fame loves best such syllables as are sweet and sonorous on the tongue like ...
Էջ xxiii
... thing inferior . I am at such times too much occu- pied in admiring , to be awkward , or in a tremble . I forget myself entirely , because I live in her . You will by this time think I am in love THE LIFE OF KEATS . xxiii.
... thing inferior . I am at such times too much occu- pied in admiring , to be awkward , or in a tremble . I forget myself entirely , because I live in her . You will by this time think I am in love THE LIFE OF KEATS . xxiii.
Էջ xxiv
... thing , speaking in a worldly way ; for there are two distinct tempers of mind in which we judge of things - the worldly , thea- trical , and pantomimical ; and the unearthly , spiritual , and ethereal . In the former , Bona- parte ...
... thing , speaking in a worldly way ; for there are two distinct tempers of mind in which we judge of things - the worldly , thea- trical , and pantomimical ; and the unearthly , spiritual , and ethereal . In the former , Bona- parte ...
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Էջ 287 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Էջ 197 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Էջ 288 - 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! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
Էջ 369 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Էջ ix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Էջ 302 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Էջ 390 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Էջ 202 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
Էջ 418 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Էջ 198 - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.