The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 473 oldal In the few short years of his life John Keats created lasting images of beauty. He wrote with a firm touch, with rich yet controlled imagination, with a joyous delight in nature. He possessed an instant alchemy by which he transmuted all sights and sounds into poetry. Voracious reading set him standards rather than furnished him models, and he strove to perfect his poetry through constant creative revision. He pleaded for freedom of imagination as opposed to the constraints of the school of Pope. He traveled widely in a futile search for health. Finally, in Rome, at the age of twenty-five, John Keats died of consumption. -- From publisher's description. |
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iii. oldal
... give every minute alteration. For an exhaustive statement, the curious student is referred to the invaluable edition by Mr. Forman. I have not deemed it indispensable to follow scrupulously the spelling and punctuation even of the poems ...
... give every minute alteration. For an exhaustive statement, the curious student is referred to the invaluable edition by Mr. Forman. I have not deemed it indispensable to follow scrupulously the spelling and punctuation even of the poems ...
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... give everything, but to make the natural discrimination between the poetry in the body of the volume and that which follows in the division, Supplementary Verse. The personality of Keats is so vivid, that just as his friends in his ...
... give everything, but to make the natural discrimination between the poetry in the body of the volume and that which follows in the division, Supplementary Verse. The personality of Keats is so vivid, that just as his friends in his ...
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... give everything , but to make the natural discrimination between the poetry in the body of the volume and that which follows in the division , Supplementary Verse . The personality of Keats is so vivid , that just as his friends in his ...
... give everything , but to make the natural discrimination between the poetry in the body of the volume and that which follows in the division , Supplementary Verse . The personality of Keats is so vivid , that just as his friends in his ...
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... give him pinions , who intreats Such innocence to ruin , who vilely cheats - A dove - like bosom . In truth there is no freeing One's thoughts from such a beauty ; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems ...
... give him pinions , who intreats Such innocence to ruin , who vilely cheats - A dove - like bosom . In truth there is no freeing One's thoughts from such a beauty ; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems ...
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... gives a glory to the voice , And from the heart up - springs , rejoice ! rejoice ! Sounds which will reach the ... give his spirit , By telling what he sees from native merit . - O Poesy ! for thee I hold my pen , That am not yet a ...
... gives a glory to the voice , And from the heart up - springs , rejoice ! rejoice ! Sounds which will reach the ... give his spirit , By telling what he sees from native merit . - O Poesy ! for thee I hold my pen , That am not yet a ...
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affectionate Brother JOHN Albert Auranthe beautiful BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON breath bright Brown Charles Armitage Brown Charles Cowden Clarke clouds Conrad dark DEAR death delight Dilke doth dream ears earth Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes fair FANNY FANNY BRAWNE fear feel flowers friend JOHN KEATS gentle George George Keats Gersa give Glocester Hampstead hand happy hast Haydon head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Keats's kiss lady Lamia leave letter light lines lips live look Lord Lord Houghton Ludolph mind morning never night numbers o'er Otho pain pleasant pleasure poem Poetry poor Reynolds round seem'd sigh Sigifred silent sister sleep soft song sonnet soul spirit sweet tears Teignmouth tell thee thine thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought trees verses voice walk Wentworth Place wings words write written young
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121. oldal - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
125. oldal - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
131. oldal - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
142. oldal - 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.
37. oldal - Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
131. oldal - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
117. oldal - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
119. oldal - Tis dark; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet; "This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline!" Tis dark; the iced gusts still rave and beat: "No dream, alas! alas! and woe is mine! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing — A dove forlorn and lost, with sick, unpruned wing.
37. oldal - 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.
117. oldal - Agnes' charmed maid, Rose, like a mission'd spirit, unaware: With silver taper's light, and pious care, She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled.