Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 頁 |
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第 58 頁
... happy transition of manner . He joked well or ill , as it happened , and with a laugh which still echoes sweetly in many ears ; but at the mention of oppression or wrong , or at any calumny against those he loved , he rose into grave ...
... happy transition of manner . He joked well or ill , as it happened , and with a laugh which still echoes sweetly in many ears ; but at the mention of oppression or wrong , or at any calumny against those he loved , he rose into grave ...
第 67 頁
... one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting - post towards all " the two - and - thirty palaces . " How happy is such a voyage of conception , what delicious dili- gent indolence ! A doze upon a sofa does not JOHN KEATS . 67.
... one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting - post towards all " the two - and - thirty palaces . " How happy is such a voyage of conception , what delicious dili- gent indolence ! A doze upon a sofa does not JOHN KEATS . 67.
第 85 頁
... were silent , the wide sea did wave An untumultuous fringe of silver foam Along the flat brown sand ; I was at home And should have been most happy , but I saw 5 JOHN KEATS . 85 And from them comes a silver flash of light, ...
... were silent , the wide sea did wave An untumultuous fringe of silver foam Along the flat brown sand ; I was at home And should have been most happy , but I saw 5 JOHN KEATS . 85 And from them comes a silver flash of light, ...
第 86 頁
... happy , but I saw Too far into the sea , where every man The greater on the less feeds evermore , — But I saw too distinct into the core Of an eternal fierce destruction , And so from happiness I far was gone . Still am I sick of it ...
... happy , but I saw Too far into the sea , where every man The greater on the less feeds evermore , — But I saw too distinct into the core Of an eternal fierce destruction , And so from happiness I far was gone . Still am I sick of it ...
第 92 頁
... happy when I can do the same for you . I have written for my folio Shakspeare , in which there are the first few stanzas of my " Pot of Basil . " I have the rest here , finished , and will copy the whole out fair shortly , and George ...
... happy when I can do the same for you . I have written for my folio Shakspeare , in which there are the first few stanzas of my " Pot of Basil . " I have the rest here , finished , and will copy the whole out fair shortly , and George ...
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第 64 頁 - 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 Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
第 171 頁 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
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 / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
第 68 頁 - I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity — it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance — 2nd.
第 41 頁 - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
第 141 頁 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
第 59 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 85 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 193 頁 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
第 82 頁 - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.