The Beauty of the Bard Flashcards
And they were strange to me,
as may betide
With vases
JOHN KEATS,
“Ode on Indolence,” lines 9-10
“… in our unimaginative days, Habeas Corpus’d as we are,
out of all
wonder, curiosity and fear …”
JOHN KEATS,
review of Richard III, in Champion, December 21,1818
O Isle spoilt by the Milatary
words found by John Keats scratched on the glass
of his lodgings at Newport on the night of April 15,1817]
—we imagine after it—
JOHN KEATS,
note on his copy of Paradise Lost, 1.706-30
Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving
JOHN KEATS,
“I had a dove and the sweet dove died,” lines 3-4
Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving
JOHN KEATS,
“I had a dove and the sweet dove died,” lines 3-4
and evenings steep’d in honeyed indolence
JOHN KEATS,
“Ode on Indolence,” line 37
it springs
from a mans little heart’s short fever-fit
JOHN KEATS,
“Ode on Indolence,” lines 33-34
nor our fancies in their strength can go
further than this Pandemonium
JOHN KEATS,
note on his copy of Paradise Lost, 1.706-30
my pulse grew less and less
JOHN KEATS,
“Ode on Indolence,” line 17