Keats's Shakespeare: A Descriptive Study Based on New MaterialH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1928 - Počet stran: 178 |
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... head of Shakespeare in his lodgings at Carisbrooke and hangs it over his books , ' this alone is a good morning's work ' ; he is clearly pleased and thinks it ' ominous of good ' when his kindly landlady insists that he shall take it ...
... head of Shakespeare in his lodgings at Carisbrooke and hangs it over his books , ' this alone is a good morning's work ' ; he is clearly pleased and thinks it ' ominous of good ' when his kindly landlady insists that he shall take it ...
Strana 9
... head so that he could not sleep o ' nights , of the scenery and adventures of Endymion and of the great hymn to Pan , the god who keeps away the very infections and mildews with which Caliban curses Prospero , Breather round our farms ...
... head so that he could not sleep o ' nights , of the scenery and adventures of Endymion and of the great hymn to Pan , the god who keeps away the very infections and mildews with which Caliban curses Prospero , Breather round our farms ...
Strana 18
... head . Seb . What , art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : what is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With ...
... head . Seb . What , art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : what is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With ...
Strana 20
... head stands so tickle on thy shoulders ] that a milk- maid , if she be in love , may sigh it off and he notes vividness of phrase and epithet , especially of adjec- tive : special soul most profound sciatica fast my wife drowsy and ...
... head stands so tickle on thy shoulders ] that a milk- maid , if she be in love , may sigh it off and he notes vividness of phrase and epithet , especially of adjec- tive : special soul most profound sciatica fast my wife drowsy and ...
Strana 27
... head Spits in the face of heaven . A day in April never came so sweet To show how costly summer was at hand . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank . You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops and to make ...
... head Spits in the face of heaven . A day in April never came so sweet To show how costly summer was at hand . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank . You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops and to make ...
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Strana 69 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Strana 56 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 60 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Strana 75 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 91 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Strana 26 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Strana 74 - I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Strana 110 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Strana 69 - ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly, within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i
Strana 111 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.