The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Volume 4Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... dear brother and sister , your affec- tionate and anxious brother , John Keats . CXIV . To CHARLES WENTWORTh Dilke . Winchester , Friday Oct. 1st [ 1819 ] . My dear ... Brown , says- " The friends returned to town together , and Keats took ...
... dear brother and sister , your affec- tionate and anxious brother , John Keats . CXIV . To CHARLES WENTWORTh Dilke . Winchester , Friday Oct. 1st [ 1819 ] . My dear ... Brown , says- " The friends returned to town together , and Keats took ...
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... Brown be returned by next Friday you cannot in that space have sufficient time to make any choice selection , and need not be very particular as I can when on the spot suit myself at leisure . Brown ... dear Haydon , [ Postmark , 3 October ...
... Brown be returned by next Friday you cannot in that space have sufficient time to make any choice selection , and need not be very particular as I can when on the spot suit myself at leisure . Brown ... dear Haydon , [ Postmark , 3 October ...
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... dear Haydon Yours ever John Keats Brown has a few words to say to you and will cross this.1 1 Brown's few words are as follows : - My dear Sir , I heard yesterday you had written to me at Hampstead . I have not recd . your letter . You ...
... dear Haydon Yours ever John Keats Brown has a few words to say to you and will cross this.1 1 Brown's few words are as follows : - My dear Sir , I heard yesterday you had written to me at Hampstead . I have not recd . your letter . You ...
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... dear Fanny , CXVI . To FANNY KEATS . Rd . Abbey's Esq . , Walthamstow ... Brown has been my great friend for some time - without him I should have ... Brown even before you know him 40 MISCELLANEOUS LETTERS .
... dear Fanny , CXVI . To FANNY KEATS . Rd . Abbey's Esq . , Walthamstow ... Brown has been my great friend for some time - without him I should have ... Brown even before you know him 40 MISCELLANEOUS LETTERS .
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... Brown even before you know him . - My lodgings for two or three days were close in the neigh- bourhood of Mrs. Dilke ... Dear Severn , Either your joke about staying at home is a very old one or I really call'd . I don't remember doing ...
... Brown even before you know him . - My lodgings for two or three days were close in the neigh- bourhood of Mrs. Dilke ... Dear Severn , Either your joke about staying at home is a very old one or I really call'd . I don't remember doing ...
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Page 242 - 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.
Page 263 - But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Page 241 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Page 239 - A pardlike spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked; — a Power Girt round with weakness; — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Page 291 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth , beneath the trees , thou canst not leave 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!
Page 233 - Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; — the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.
Page 231 - To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came; and bought, with price of purest breath, A grave among the eternal.
Page 291 - Mnemosyne was straying in the world; Far from her moon had Phoebe wandered; 30 And many else were free to roam abroad, But for the main, here found they covert drear. Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
Page 290 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun ; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Page 246 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near: 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join together.