John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 pages |
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... Joseph Severn in the possession of the Marquis of Crewe , K.G. II . PORTRAIT OF JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT 46 From an engraving by Mayer after a drawing by J. Hayter . III . PORTRAIT OF BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON 62 From an engraving by Thomson ...
... Joseph Severn in the possession of the Marquis of Crewe , K.G. II . PORTRAIT OF JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT 46 From an engraving by Mayer after a drawing by J. Hayter . III . PORTRAIT OF BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON 62 From an engraving by Thomson ...
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... Joseph Severn - Keats judged by his circle Described by Severn - His range of sympathies - His poetic ambition - The die is cast - First volume goes to press . So much for the relations of Keats with Hunt himself in these first six ...
... Joseph Severn - Keats judged by his circle Described by Severn - His range of sympathies - His poetic ambition - The die is cast - First volume goes to press . So much for the relations of Keats with Hunt himself in these first six ...
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... Joseph Severn , have testified that Keats had a fine natural sense for the excellencies of painting and sculpture . Both loved to take him to the British Museum and expatiate to him on the glories of the antique ; and it would seem that ...
... Joseph Severn , have testified that Keats had a fine natural sense for the excellencies of painting and sculpture . Both loved to take him to the British Museum and expatiate to him on the glories of the antique ; and it would seem that ...
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... Joseph Severn , in a defence of Christianity against Hunt and Shelley . To Shelley himself , his senior by three years , his relation was from the first and remained to the end one of friendly civility and little more . He did not take ...
... Joseph Severn , in a defence of Christianity against Hunt and Shelley . To Shelley himself , his senior by three years , his relation was from the first and remained to the end one of friendly civility and little more . He did not take ...
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... Joseph and his Brethren , dead - born in its first anonymous form and re - animated after many years , but still during the life - time of its author , through the enthusiasm which its ... JOSEPH SEVERN music - master sprung from an old.
... Joseph and his Brethren , dead - born in its first anonymous form and re - animated after many years , but still during the life - time of its author , through the enthusiasm which its ... JOSEPH SEVERN music - master sprung from an old.
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John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics, and After-Fame ... Sidney Colvin No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 416 - 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 ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Page 146 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 88 - 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 239 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 351 - I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried, "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Page 422 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 253 - The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with Beauty and Truth.
Page 388 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Page 416 - 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.
Page 404 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one and one the bolts full easy slide: The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone...