Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 頁 |
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第 68 頁
... called knowledge . Many have original minds who do not think it : they are led away by custom . Now it ap- pears to me that almost any man may , like the spider , spin from his own inwards , his own airy citadel . The points of leaves ...
... called knowledge . Many have original minds who do not think it : they are led away by custom . Now it ap- pears to me that almost any man may , like the spider , spin from his own inwards , his own airy citadel . The points of leaves ...
第 72 頁
... called on Haydon . He said he would do any thing I liked , but said he would rather paint a finished picture from it , which he seems eager to do . This , in a year or two , will be a glorious thing for us ; and it will be , for Haydon ...
... called on Haydon . He said he would do any thing I liked , but said he would rather paint a finished picture from it , which he seems eager to do . This , in a year or two , will be a glorious thing for us ; and it will be , for Haydon ...
第 74 頁
... called on me . Richards tells me that my Poems are known in the west country , and that he saw a very clever copy of verses headed with a motto from my sonnet to George . nors rush so thickly upon me that I shall not be able to bear up ...
... called on me . Richards tells me that my Poems are known in the west country , and that he saw a very clever copy of verses headed with a motto from my sonnet to George . nors rush so thickly upon me that I shall not be able to bear up ...
第 106 頁
... called Naiads of the wandering brooks , With your sedged crowns and ever harmless looks , ' are in the deepest taste of antiquity , and show that all great poets look at themselves and the fine world about them in the same clear and ...
... called Naiads of the wandering brooks , With your sedged crowns and ever harmless looks , ' are in the deepest taste of antiquity , and show that all great poets look at themselves and the fine world about them in the same clear and ...
第 108 頁
... called on Wordsworth , who was not at home , nor was any one of his family . I wrote a note , and left it on the mantel - piece . Thence , on we came to the foot of Helvellyn , where we slept , but could not as- cend it for the mist . I ...
... called on Wordsworth , who was not at home , nor was any one of his family . I wrote a note , and left it on the mantel - piece . Thence , on we came to the foot of Helvellyn , where we slept , but could not as- cend it for the mist . I ...
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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...