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Hace 1 día · — Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats. Robert Anning Bell (1863-1933) is one of my favourite English book illustrators from the turn of the century. He initially trained as an architect for two years before finding success as a book designer and illustrator.
Hace 5 días · The celebrated English Romantic poet John Keats lived at Wentworth Place, now Keats House museum, for less than two years before moving to Italy where he died in 1821, while the house remained a private residence used for over a century.For the first time ever, the fascinating stories of some of those who lived in the house until the early 1920s...
Hace 1 día · In this video, we delve into the first two stanzas of John Keats' "Ode to a Nightingale," exploring the rich imagery, profound emotions, and intricate language that characterize this timeless work. Join us as we unpack the themes of transcendence, melancholy, and the fleeting nature of beauty and life. Whether you're a student, a poetry enthusiast, or simply curious about Keats' masterful ...
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Hace 2 días · Three thousand miles away, on another continent, and 32 years earlier, in April 1817, the young John Keats set off for the Isle of Wight, intent on attempting to write an epic poem (Endymion)....
Hace 2 días · Through his use of imagery, Keats is able to transport readers to the setting of the poem and experience the sights and tastes of his surroundings, this enables him to display to the responder the intense amount of life that blossoms during autumn.
Hace 1 día · Diz-se que John Keats, citado por Loureiro, escreveu “Ode a um rouxinol” quando ele absorto se separou de um grupo de pessoas ao contemplar o pássaro cantando. Mas o texto de Keats não é apenas um elogio ao canto da ave, ele possui uma dimensão forte sobre a fragilidade da existência, sobre a impossibilidade de um paraíso permanente.
Hace 4 días · Ode To A Nightingale. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains. My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains. One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness ,- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees. In some melodious plot.
