The Poems of John KeatsJ. M. Dent & Sons Limited, 1926 - 383 pages |
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... melody , and to inform their own lifeless puppets with something of the spirit and the gesture of his magic world . Keats's literary education did not enable him to distinguish the essential qualities of Spenser from those of his latest ...
... melody , and to inform their own lifeless puppets with something of the spirit and the gesture of his magic world . Keats's literary education did not enable him to distinguish the essential qualities of Spenser from those of his latest ...
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... melodies of Moore . A weak sonnet shows that already he had come under the spell of Chatterton , but it was not till later that Chatterton influenced his literary methods . For the present he was an eighteenth - century Spenserian , and ...
... melodies of Moore . A weak sonnet shows that already he had come under the spell of Chatterton , but it was not till later that Chatterton influenced his literary methods . For the present he was an eighteenth - century Spenserian , and ...
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... melody , his colour , his voluptuousness , without compre- hending the spirit which informed them . That this was the case with Hunt is proved by his almost equal passion for Ariosto —an impossibility for one who had truly entered into ...
... melody , his colour , his voluptuousness , without compre- hending the spirit which informed them . That this was the case with Hunt is proved by his almost equal passion for Ariosto —an impossibility for one who had truly entered into ...
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... melody that is the wonder of Paradise Lost , there is in Hyperion that glamour of romance , that same exquisite reading of the magic of nature which gave to Endymion its priceless charm . Not classical , certainly , nor Miltonic either ...
... melody that is the wonder of Paradise Lost , there is in Hyperion that glamour of romance , that same exquisite reading of the magic of nature which gave to Endymion its priceless charm . Not classical , certainly , nor Miltonic either ...
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... melody , and in particular the lingering sweetness of the Alexandrine , are nowhere else so effective outside the Faerie Queene . With the form Keats has at last perhaps caught some- thing of that spirit of chivalry inherent in Spenser ...
... melody , and in particular the lingering sweetness of the Alexandrine , are nowhere else so effective outside the Faerie Queene . With the form Keats has at last perhaps caught some- thing of that spirit of chivalry inherent in Spenser ...
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Albert Apollo Auranthe beauty breath bright clouds Conrad dark death delight dost doth dream earth Elgin Marbles Enceladus Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair Fall of Hyperion feel flowers gentle George Keats Gersa Glocester golden green hand happy hast hath heart heaven Hunt Hyperion John Keats Keats Keats's kiss lady Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lines lips Ludolph melody Milt Milton moon morning mortal never night notes numbers o'er Otho Ovid pain pale Paradise Lost passage passion poem poet poetry published H 1848 Queene Saturn seem'd shade Shak sigh Sigifred silent silver sleep Sleep and Poetry smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spirit stanza stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees twas voice weep wings wonder Woodhouse words Wordsworth written ΙΟ
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Page 191 - 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: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 195 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ("Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all ( Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 161 - 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.
Page 206 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die ; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Page 38 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 194 - 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?
Page 205 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too...
Page 481 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 36 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 207 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.