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... charm of Lord Houghton's work will keep it fresh , as a rec- ord of the poet's life it can no longer be said to be sufficient . Since the revised edition of the Life and Letters appeared in 1867 , other students and lovers of Keats have ...
... charm of Lord Houghton's work will keep it fresh , as a rec- ord of the poet's life it can no longer be said to be sufficient . Since the revised edition of the Life and Letters appeared in 1867 , other students and lovers of Keats have ...
Pagina 8
... charm obliged to woo his friendship , in which I succeeded , but not till I had fought several battles . Personal • This violence and vehemence - this pugnacity and generosity of disposition - in passions of tears or out- rageous fits ...
... charm obliged to woo his friendship , in which I succeeded , but not till I had fought several battles . Personal • This violence and vehemence - this pugnacity and generosity of disposition - in passions of tears or out- rageous fits ...
Pagina 21
... time less Byronic , than- " For sure so fair a place was never seen Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye ? " Suggestion style . [ Coleridge ' : دم عليها و style . ] Sonnets ts Вулич The Passions - a terrific band- And.
... time less Byronic , than- " For sure so fair a place was never seen Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye ? " Suggestion style . [ Coleridge ' : دم عليها و style . ] Sonnets ts Вулич The Passions - a terrific band- And.
Pagina 28
... charm we have only to turn at random to Chaucer : " I - clothed was sche fresh for to devyse . Hir yelwe hair was browded in a tresse , Byhynde her bak , a yerdë long , I gesse , And in the garden as the sonne upriste She walketh up and ...
... charm we have only to turn at random to Chaucer : " I - clothed was sche fresh for to devyse . Hir yelwe hair was browded in a tresse , Byhynde her bak , a yerdë long , I gesse , And in the garden as the sonne upriste She walketh up and ...
Pagina 34
... charm of classic fable , and was scholar enough to produce about this time some agreeable translations of the Sicilian pastorals , and some , less adequate , of Homer . The poets Hunt loved best were Ariosto and the other Italian ...
... charm of classic fable , and was scholar enough to produce about this time some agreeable translations of the Sicilian pastorals , and some , less adequate , of Homer . The poets Hunt loved best were Ariosto and the other Italian ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning brother Brown Byron character Charles Wentworth Dilke charm Coleridge colour couplet Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Elgin marbles Endymion English Eve of St eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Isabella Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's Lamia Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton ment Milton mind nature never partly passage passion piece poem poet poet's poetic poetry Reynolds rhyme Rimini romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring stanza stood story style summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell things thou thought tion touch Vale of Health verse vision volume walk Winchester Woodhouse MSS words Wordsworth writes written wrote young
Populaire passages
Pagina 175 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Pagina 167 - 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.
Pagina 23 - 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...
Pagina 217 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Pagina 214 - But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Pagina 171 - 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.
Pagina 159 - Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by, and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
Pagina 152 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
Pagina 171 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pagina 73 - The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing — to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts. Not a select party.