The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 pages |
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... thing it is , how great things are to be gained by it , that at last the idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment , that the other day I nearly consented with myself to drop into a Phaethon . Yet ' tis a ...
... thing it is , how great things are to be gained by it , that at last the idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment , that the other day I nearly consented with myself to drop into a Phaethon . Yet ' tis a ...
Page xix
... things is of an exalted kind , worthy a more healthful frame and an untorn spirit . He must have happy years to come ; ' he shall not die - by God . ' " ' * Some later extracts from letters to this excellent friend are interesting ...
... things is of an exalted kind , worthy a more healthful frame and an untorn spirit . He must have happy years to come ; ' he shall not die - by God . ' " ' * Some later extracts from letters to this excellent friend are interesting ...
Page xx
... thing has pressed upon me lately and increased my humility and capability of submission , and that is this truth men of genius are great as certain ethereal chemicals operating on the mass of neutral intellect , but they have not any ...
... thing has pressed upon me lately and increased my humility and capability of submission , and that is this truth men of genius are great as certain ethereal chemicals operating on the mass of neutral intellect , but they have not any ...
Page xxi
... things with small , have you never , by being surprised with an old melody , in a delicious place , by a delicious voice , felt over again your very speculations and surmises at the time it first operated on your soul ? Do you not ...
... things with small , have you never , by being surprised with an old melody , in a delicious place , by a delicious voice , felt over again your very speculations and surmises at the time it first operated on your soul ? Do you not ...
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... things . " This self - drawn picture of the mind , or rather the temperament , of Keats might well inspire painful reflections . If this were a completely true represen- tation , it is evident that those sensuous appetites , and that ...
... things . " This self - drawn picture of the mind , or rather the temperament , of Keats might well inspire painful reflections . If this were a completely true represen- tation , it is evident that those sensuous appetites , and that ...
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Page 240 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Page 180 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 5 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Page 242 - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Page 240 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night...
Page 178 - 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.
Page 170 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Page 293 - 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.
Page 148 - 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.