Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... called Primrose Island , that is , if the nation of Cowslips agree thereto , of which there are divers clans just beginning to lift up their heads . Another reason of my fix- tributes some to Moore . " The Fancy , " published under the ...
... called Primrose Island , that is , if the nation of Cowslips agree thereto , of which there are divers clans just beginning to lift up their heads . Another reason of my fix- tributes some to Moore . " The Fancy , " published under the ...
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... called comfort , the readiness to measure time by what is done , and to die in six hours , could plans be brought to conclusions ; the looking on the sun , the moon , the stars , the earth , and its contents , as materials to form ...
... called comfort , the readiness to measure time by what is done , and to die in six hours , could plans be brought to conclusions ; the looking on the sun , the moon , the stars , the earth , and its contents , as materials to form ...
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... called " The Dun , " where we would have the Castle of Carelessness , the Drawbridge of Credit , Sir Novelty Fashion's expedition against the City of Tailors , & c . & c . I went day by day at my poem for a month ; at the end of which ...
... called " The Dun , " where we would have the Castle of Carelessness , the Drawbridge of Credit , Sir Novelty Fashion's expedition against the City of Tailors , & c . & c . I went day by day at my poem for a month ; at the end of which ...
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... called " The Matchless Orinda . " You must have heard of her , and most likely read her poetry - I wish you have not , that I may have the pleasure of treating you with a few stanzas . I do it at a venture . You will not regret read ...
... called " The Matchless Orinda . " You must have heard of her , and most likely read her poetry - I wish you have not , that I may have the pleasure of treating you with a few stanzas . I do it at a venture . You will not regret read ...
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... called more particularly heart - vexations ? They never surprise me . Lord ! a man should have the fine point of his soul taken off , to become fit for this world . وو I like this place very much . There is hill and dale , and a little ...
... called more particularly heart - vexations ? They never surprise me . Lord ! a man should have the fine point of his soul taken off , to become fit for this world . وو I like this place very much . There is hill and dale , and a little ...
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367 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
69 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...
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
95 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.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our Adonais has drunk poison — Oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict — and also when I feel I am right, no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary reperception and ratification of what is fine.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
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...