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... play , he remained at home translating his Virgil or his Fenelon : it has frequently occurred to the master to force him out into the open air for his health , and then he would walk in the garden with a book in his hand . The quantity ...
... play , he remained at home translating his Virgil or his Fenelon : it has frequently occurred to the master to force him out into the open air for his health , and then he would walk in the garden with a book in his hand . The quantity ...
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... play forty times - for instance , the following from the Tempest never struck me so for- cibly as at present : — - * See the " Literary Remains , ” " Urchins Shall , for that vast of night that 34 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
... play forty times - for instance , the following from the Tempest never struck me so for- cibly as at present : — - * See the " Literary Remains , ” " Urchins Shall , for that vast of night that 34 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
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... play upon his name , and in allusion to his friends of Fairy - land . The poem here begun was " Endymion . " In the first poem of the early volume some lines occur showing that the idea had long been germinating in his fancy ; and how ...
... play upon his name , and in allusion to his friends of Fairy - land . The poem here begun was " Endymion . " In the first poem of the early volume some lines occur showing that the idea had long been germinating in his fancy ; and how ...
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... playing before it - able , like David's harp , to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life . I have found in the ocean's music , -vary- ing ( the self - same ) more than the passion of Timotheus , an enjoy- ment ...
... playing before it - able , like David's harp , to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life . I have found in the ocean's music , -vary- ing ( the self - same ) more than the passion of Timotheus , an enjoy- ment ...
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... plays ? I mean in what mood and with what accompaniment do you like the sea best ? It is very fine in the morning , when the sun , ' Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams , Turns into yellow gold his salt sea streams ; " and superb ...
... plays ? I mean in what mood and with what accompaniment do you like the sea best ? It is very fine in the morning , when the sun , ' Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams , Turns into yellow gold his salt sea streams ; " and superb ...
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Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats, Volym 1 John Keats Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1848 |
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Sida 64 - 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!
Sida 171 - 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...
Sida 74 - 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...
Sida 68 - 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.
Sida 41 - 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
Sida 141 - 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.
Sida 59 - 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...
Sida 85 - 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.
Sida 193 - 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.
Sida 82 - 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.