Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... DEAR LORD JEFFREY , It is with great pleasure that I dedicate to you these late memorials and relics of a man , whose early genius you did much to rescue from the alternative of obloquy or oblivion . The merits which your generous ...
... DEAR LORD JEFFREY , It is with great pleasure that I dedicate to you these late memorials and relics of a man , whose early genius you did much to rescue from the alternative of obloquy or oblivion . The merits which your generous ...
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... professional honors and wide intellectual fame . I remain , dear Lord Jeffrey , Yours with respect and regard , PALL MALL , Aug. 1 , 1848 . R. MONCKTON MILNES . PREFACE . It is now fifteen years ago that I DEDICATION .
... professional honors and wide intellectual fame . I remain , dear Lord Jeffrey , Yours with respect and regard , PALL MALL , Aug. 1 , 1848 . R. MONCKTON MILNES . PREFACE . It is now fifteen years ago that I DEDICATION .
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... DEAR LORD Jeffrey , It is with great pleasure that I dedicate to you these late memorials and relics of a man , whose early genius you did much to rescue from the alternative of obloquy or oblivion . The merits which your generous ...
... DEAR LORD Jeffrey , It is with great pleasure that I dedicate to you these late memorials and relics of a man , whose early genius you did much to rescue from the alternative of obloquy or oblivion . The merits which your generous ...
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... Dear child of sorrow - son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscured that eye Whence Genius mildly flashed , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy ...
... Dear child of sorrow - son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscured that eye Whence Genius mildly flashed , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy ...
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... behind him lays " of such a dear delight , That maids will sing them on their bridal night ; he foresees that the patriot will thunder out his numbers , " To startle princes from their easy slumbers ; " 22 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
... behind him lays " of such a dear delight , That maids will sing them on their bridal night ; he foresees that the patriot will thunder out his numbers , " To startle princes from their easy slumbers ; " 22 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
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64 ÆäÀÌÁö - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity — it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance — 2nd.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dilke on 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...
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.