 Oh, God! God! God! Everything I have in my trunks that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear. The silk lining she put in my travelling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing...  The Complete Works of John Keats - Page 200by John Keats - 1820Full view - About this book
 | 1848 - 640 pages
...she put in my travelling-cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her; I see her, I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient...all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. No — O that I could be buried near where she lives ' I am afraid to write to her — to receive... | |
 | 1848 - 634 pages
...put in my travelling-cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her ; I see her, I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient...England ; I cannot recollect without shuddering the timi that I was a prisoner at Hunt's, and used to keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there... | |
 | 1849 - 606 pages
...put in my travelling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her : I see her — I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from her for a moment. This was the case when I was in England. I cannot recollect, without shuddering, the... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848 - 324 pages
...in my travelling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient...all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again — Now ! — 0 that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her —... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 414 pages
...in my traveling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient...all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again — Now ! — O that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her —... | |
 | Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1848 - 570 pages
...head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing iu the world of sufficient interest to divert me from...all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again — Now ! — 0 that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her —... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1848 - 574 pages
...There is nothing in the world of sufficient nterest to divert me from her for a moment. This was .he case when I was in England ; I cannot recollect without...all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. Now ! Oh, that 1 could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her — to receive... | |
 | 1848 - 578 pages
...me of her goes through me like a spear. The silk lining she put in my travelling cap scalds my head. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from her for a moment — I am afraid to write to her, to receive a letter from her — to see her handwriting... | |
 | 1849 - 290 pages
...a moment. This was the ease when I was in England ; I eannot reeolleet without shnddering the lime that I was a prisoner at Hunt's, and used to keep...all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again. Isow ! Oh, that I eould be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her — to... | |
 | 1849 - 364 pages
...in my travelling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from her a moment." . . THE AMERICAN FEMALE POETS, with Biographical and Critical Notices. By CAROLINE MAY. Philadelphia:... | |
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