Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 頁 |
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... thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it ...
... thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it ...
第 30 頁
... Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine Of their star in the east , and gone to worship them ! In the previous autumn Keats was in the habit of frequently passing the evening in his friend's painting - room , where many men of genius ...
... Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine Of their star in the east , and gone to worship them ! In the previous autumn Keats was in the habit of frequently passing the evening in his friend's painting - room , where many men of genius ...
第 49 頁
... thou dost grieve , Nor can I die whilst thou dost live . By my own temper I shall guess At thy felicity , And only like my happiness , Because it pleaseth thee . Our hearts at any time will tell If thou or I be sick or well . All honor ...
... thou dost grieve , Nor can I die whilst thou dost live . By my own temper I shall guess At thy felicity , And only like my happiness , Because it pleaseth thee . Our hearts at any time will tell If thou or I be sick or well . All honor ...
第 62 頁
... thou soundest ! Live Temple of sweet noise , And Discord unconfoundest , Giving Delight new joys , And Pleasure nobler pinions : O where are thy dominions ? Lend thine ear To a young Delian oath - aye , by thy soul , By all that from ...
... thou soundest ! Live Temple of sweet noise , And Discord unconfoundest , Giving Delight new joys , And Pleasure nobler pinions : O where are thy dominions ? Lend thine ear To a young Delian oath - aye , by thy soul , By all that from ...
第 64 頁
... the cause Of madness ? -God of Song , Thou bearest me along Through sights I scarce can bear : O let me , let me share With the hot lyre and thee , The staid Philosophy . Temper my lonely hours , And let me see thy 64 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
... the cause Of madness ? -God of Song , Thou bearest me along Through sights I scarce can bear : O let me , let me share With the hot lyre and thee , The staid Philosophy . Temper my lonely hours , And let me see thy 64 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
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第 367 頁 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
第 143 頁 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
第 69 頁 - 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...
第 247 頁 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
第 245 頁 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
第 95 頁 - 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.
第 142 頁 - Our Adonais has drunk poison — Oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
第 143 頁 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict — and also when I feel I am right, no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary reperception and ratification of what is fine.
第 32 頁 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
第 74 頁 - 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...