The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 σελίδες |
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... Yesterday I had the same promise from Severn and I must put you in Mind that on last All hallowmas ' day you gave me your word that you would spend this Evening with me — so no putting off . I have done little to Endymion lately - I ...
... Yesterday I had the same promise from Severn and I must put you in Mind that on last All hallowmas ' day you gave me your word that you would spend this Evening with me — so no putting off . I have done little to Endymion lately - I ...
Σελίδα 8
... Yesterday I went to Shanklin , which occasioned a great debate in my mind whether I should live there or at Carisbrooke . Shanklin is a most beautiful place ; sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine , which is a cleft ...
... Yesterday I went to Shanklin , which occasioned a great debate in my mind whether I should live there or at Carisbrooke . Shanklin is a most beautiful place ; sloping wood and meadow ground reach round the Chine , which is a cleft ...
Σελίδα 18
... yesterday - scarcely know what I said in it . I could not talk about Poetry in the way I should have liked for I was not in humor with either his or mine . His self delusions are very lamentable - they have inticed him into a Situation ...
... yesterday - scarcely know what I said in it . I could not talk about Poetry in the way I should have liked for I was not in humor with either his or mine . His self delusions are very lamentable - they have inticed him into a Situation ...
Σελίδα 27
... yesterday dated Paris . They both send their loves to you . Like most Englishmen they feel a mighty preference for every thing English - the French Meadows , the trees , the People , the Towns , the Churches , the Books , the every ...
... yesterday dated Paris . They both send their loves to you . Like most Englishmen they feel a mighty preference for every thing English - the French Meadows , the trees , the People , the Towns , the Churches , the Books , the every ...
Σελίδα 36
... yesterday . We will contrive as the winter comes on- but that is neither here nor there . Have you heard from Rice ? Has Martin met with the Cumberland Beggar , or been wondering at the old Leech - gatherer ? Has he a turn for fossils ...
... yesterday . We will contrive as the winter comes on- but that is neither here nor there . Have you heard from Rice ? Has Martin met with the Cumberland Beggar , or been wondering at the old Leech - gatherer ? Has he a turn for fossils ...
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Abbey affectionate Brother John beautiful Bedhampton Ben Nevis BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy dear Fanny dear Haydon dear Reynolds delight Dilke dined endeavour Endymion eyes FANNY BRAWNE FANNY KEATS feel friend John Keats George give Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS keep Lady lately leave letter live look miles mind Miss morning Mother Mountains never night pass perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem Poet Poetry poor Port Patrick Postmark pretty remember Rice seen Sister Sonnet soon sorry sort soul speak spirits Staffa sweet talk Taylor Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Walthamstow Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday
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Σελίδα 256 - BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth ! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new ? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wondrous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees...
Σελίδα 210 - As to the poetical character itself (I mean that sort, of which, if I am anything, I am a member; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone...
Σελίδα 84 - SOULS of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Σελίδα 491 - The music, yearning like a God in pain, She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine, Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by...
Σελίδα 2 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come : These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye...
Σελίδα 57 - Dilke upon 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.
Σελίδα 80 - WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That...
Σελίδα 331 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Σελίδα 332 - When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Σελίδα 84 - Drest as though bold Robin Hood Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a...