The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 473页 In the few short years of his life John Keats created lasting images of beauty. He wrote with a firm touch, with rich yet controlled imagination, with a joyous delight in nature. He possessed an instant alchemy by which he transmuted all sights and sounds into poetry. Voracious reading set him standards rather than furnished him models, and he strove to perfect his poetry through constant creative revision. He pleaded for freedom of imagination as opposed to the constraints of the school of Pope. He traveled widely in a futile search for health. Finally, in Rome, at the age of twenty-five, John Keats died of consumption. -- From publisher's description. |
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... beautiful in nature or art ; so that as he writes his eye takes in the walls of the room where he lies , and he falls to versify- ing its contents . He thrills with the consciousness of being a poet , and flushes over the prospect of ...
... beautiful in nature or art ; so that as he writes his eye takes in the walls of the room where he lies , and he falls to versify- ing its contents . He thrills with the consciousness of being a poet , and flushes over the prospect of ...
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... beautiful and elegant , graceful , silly , fashionable and strange . We have a little tiff now and then- and she behaves a little better , or I must have sheered off . ' The passion which he conceived for Miss Brawne rapidly mounted ...
... beautiful and elegant , graceful , silly , fashionable and strange . We have a little tiff now and then- and she behaves a little better , or I must have sheered off . ' The passion which he conceived for Miss Brawne rapidly mounted ...
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... beautiful Dome shaped shell from a Lady . ' The exact title of Moore's poem is ' The Wreath and the Chain , ' and it will be readily seen how expressly imitative these lines are of Moore's verse in general . The poems are not dated ...
... beautiful Dome shaped shell from a Lady . ' The exact title of Moore's poem is ' The Wreath and the Chain , ' and it will be readily seen how expressly imitative these lines are of Moore's verse in general . The poems are not dated ...
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... beautiful , more smooth , more regal , 21 hymning ; To see the laurel wreath , on high suspended , That is to crown our name when life is ended . Sometimes it gives a glory to the voice , And from the heart up - springs , rejoice ...
... beautiful , more smooth , more regal , 21 hymning ; To see the laurel wreath , on high suspended , That is to crown our name when life is ended . Sometimes it gives a glory to the voice , And from the heart up - springs , rejoice ...
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... late a day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more , before I bid it farewel . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 . BOOK I A THING of beauty is a joy for 48 ENDYMION THE SAME.
... late a day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more , before I bid it farewel . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 . BOOK I A THING of beauty is a joy for 48 ENDYMION THE SAME.
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第213页 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
第144页 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
第135页 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
第144页 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
第145页 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
第49页 - Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
第135页 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第131页 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
第133页 - mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum, pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes
第145页 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...