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John Keats frasi celebri
da Lettera a John Taylor, 27 febbraio 1818
da Lettera a George e Georgiana Keats, 18 febbraio 1819
da Lettera a John Hamilton Reynolds, 11 luglio 1819
Frasi sulla bellezza di John Keats
“Una bella cosa è una gioia per sempre: | La sua bellezza aumenta e mai | Sparirà nel nulla.”
cap. I, vv. 906-7
Endymione
da Lettera a James Augustus Hessey, 8 ottobre 1818
da Lettera a John Hamilton Reynolds, 3 febbraio 1818
da Lettera a John Hamilton Reynolds, 9 aprile 1818
Frasi sulla vita di John Keats
da Lettera a Benjamin Robert Haydon, 10-11 maggio 1817
da Lettera a James Rice, 14-16 febbraio 1820
da Lettera a George e Georgiana Keats, 18 febbraio 1819
da Lettera a George e Georgiana Keats, 18 febbraio 1819
da Lettera a Charles Brown, 30 novembre 1820
John Keats Frasi e Citazioni
da Lettera a John Hamilton Reynolds, 25 agosto 1819
da Lettera a Charles Brown, 30 novembre 1820
da Lettera a Benjamin Bailey, 23 gennaio 1818
da Lettera a Benjamin Robert Haydon, 22 dicembre 1818
da Lettera a John Taylor, 23 agosto 1819
da Lettera a Charles Brown, 23 settembre 1819
da Lettera a James Augustus Hessey, 8 ottobre 1818
da Lettera a Richard Woodhouse, 27 ottobre 1818
da Lettera a George e Georgiana Keats, 18 febbraio 1819
da Lettera a Benjamin Bailey, 13 agosto 1819
da Lettera a Fanny Brawne, febbraio 1820
da Lettera a Charles Brown, 28 settembre 1820
da Lettera a Fanny Brawne, 13 ottobre 1819
“La mia immaginazione è un monastero e io sono un monaco.”
da Lettera a Percy Bysshe Shelley, 16 agosto 1820
John Keats: Frasi in inglese
“My spirit is too weak — mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep”
"On Seeing the Elgin Marbles" (1817)
Contesto: My spirit is too weak — mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
John Keats
Endymion
Bk. I, l. 789
Endymion (1818)
Contesto: Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave
Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot;
Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit,
Where long ago a giant battle was;
And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass
In every place where infant Orpheus slept.
Feel we these things? — that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness, and our state
Is like a floating spirit's. But there are
Richer entanglements, enthralments far
More self-destroying, leading, by degrees,
To the chief intensity: the crown of these
Is made of love and friendship, and sits high
Upon the forehead of humanity.
“Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave
Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot”
John Keats
Endymion
Bk. I, l. 789
Endymion (1818)
Contesto: Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave
Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot;
Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit,
Where long ago a giant battle was;
And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass
In every place where infant Orpheus slept.
Feel we these things? — that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness, and our state
Is like a floating spirit's. But there are
Richer entanglements, enthralments far
More self-destroying, leading, by degrees,
To the chief intensity: the crown of these
Is made of love and friendship, and sits high
Upon the forehead of humanity.
John Keats
To Autumn
"To Autumn", st. 1
Poems (1820)
Contesto: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the ground, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Letter to James Hessey (October 9, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
Contesto: I have written independently without Judgment. I may write independently, and with Judgment, hereafter. 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 — In Endymion, I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a, silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
John Keats
Ode to a Nightingale
Stanza 7
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale
Contesto: Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
“A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no identity”
John Keats
Letter to Richard Woodhouse
he is continually informing — and filling some other body.
Letter to Richard Woodhouse (October 27, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
" On First Looking into Chapman's Homer http://www.bartleby.com/126/24.html"
Poems (1817)
Contesto: Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
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.
“O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.”
John Keats
Ode to a Nightingale
Stanza 2
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale
Contesto: O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth.
“A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory — and very few eyes can see the mystery of life”
a life like the Scriptures, figurative... Lord Byron cuts a figure, but he is not figurative. Shakespeare led a life of allegory: his works are the comments on it.
Letter to George and Georgiana Keats (February 14 - May 3, 1819)
Letters (1817–1820)
John Keats
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Stanza 1
Poems (1820), Ode on a Grecian Urn
Contesto: Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape?
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
“Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?”
John Keats
To Autumn
"To Autumn", st. 2
Poems (1820)
Contesto: Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.
“Stop and consider! life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit.”
" Sleep and Poetry http://www.bartleby.com/126/31.html", st. 5
Poems (1817)
Origine: The Complete Poems
Letter to Fanny Brawne (March 1820)
Letters (1817–1820)
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.”
Letter to James Hessey (October 9, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
Contesto: I have written independently without Judgment. I may write independently, and with Judgment, hereafter. 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 — In Endymion, I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a, silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.”
Variante: It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.
“O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!”
Letter to Benjamin Bailey (November 22, 1817)
Letters (1817–1820)
Origine: Letters of John Keats
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness”
John Keats
Endymion
Bk. I, l. 1
Endymion (1818)
Contesto: A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour…”
Origine: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
