KeatsFowle, 1899 - 229 pages |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning Brawne brother Brown Charles Cowden Clarke Charles Wentworth Dilke charm Coleridge colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's Lamia Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton ment Milton mind narrative nature never partly passage passion piece poem poet poet's poetic poetry Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring stanza stood summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought tion touch turn Vale of Health verse vision volume walked Winchester Woodhouse MSS words Wordsworth writes written wrote young
Popular passages
Page 21 - Oft of one wide expanse had I been told, That deep-brow'd 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 213 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Page 210 - But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Page 167 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 163 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.
Page 105 - 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.
Page 167 - 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 155 - Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by, and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
Page 165 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
Page 195 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...