Джон Китс знаменитые цитаты
комары
Источник: стихи
Источник: сон, природа
насекомые
Источник: стихи
Джон Китс Цитаты о мужчинах
„Я восторгаюсь Человеком, но не люблю людей.“
восторг
Источник: «Гиперион» и другие стихотворения
существо
Источник: Письма 1815—1820
Джон Китс Цитаты о красоте
Письмо Бенджамину Бейли, 22 ноября 1817 г., Летерхед (№ 3)
I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same idea of all our passions as of love: they are all, in their sublime, creative of essential beauty.
Источник: https://itexts.net/avtor-dzhon-kits/89578-pisma-dzhon-kits/read/page-1.html
Джон Китс цитаты
„Мечтал я - или грезил наяву? Проснулся - или это снова сон?“
сон
Источник: Гиперион. Сонеты
воздух
Источник: «Гиперион» и другие стихотворения
реальность
Источник: «Гиперион» и другие стихотворения
„Сон отрешает поэта от скорбей и забот мира, земной юдоли, - и дарит ему крылья вдохновения.“
сон
Источник: «Гиперион» и другие стихотворения
Письмо Джорджу и Джорджине Китсам, 14 февраля — 3 мая 1819 г., Хэмпстед (№ 31)
May there not be superior beings amused with any graceful, though instinctive, attitude my mind may fall into as I am entertained with the alertness of a Stoat or the anxiety of a Deer?
Источник: https://itexts.net/avtor-dzhon-kits/89578-pisma-dzhon-kits/read/page-5.html
„Здесь лежит некто, чье имя написано на воде.“
Надпись на могиле Китса, сочиненная им самим
Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.
Источник: https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2016/02/23/writ-in-water/
Джон Китс: Цитаты на английском языке
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
Stanza 5
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale
" Sonnet. To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent http://www.bartleby.com/126/23.html" <br class="br">Poems (1817)
“For cruel ’tis,” said she,
“To steal my Basil-pot away from me.”
"Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil", st. 62
Poems (1820)
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
Stanza 5
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale
John Keats Ode on Melancholy
"Ode on Melancholy", st. 3
Poems (1820)
“That large utterance of the early gods!”
Bk. I
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)
"This living hand" (1819)
“And they are gone: ay, ages long ago
These lovers fled away into the storm.”
John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes
Stanza 42
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes
John Keats Ode on Melancholy
"Ode on Melancholy", st. 1
Poems (1820)
“In spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.”
John Keats Endymion
Bk. I, l. 11
Endymion (1818)
“There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.”
Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (September 22, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
“A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing.”
John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes
Stanza 18
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes
Letter to his brother, (January 23, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
" Sonnet. Addressed to the Same http://www.bartleby.com/126/27.html" (Benjamin Robert Haydon) <br class="br">Poems (1817)
John Keats книга La Belle Dame sans Merci
Stanza IV
La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819)
“The sweet converse of an innocent mind.”
Sonnet, To Solitude; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes
Stanza 23
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes
John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes
Stanza 1
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes
Bk. I, l. 1
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)
Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (May 3, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
“The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream — he awoke and found it truth.”
Letter to Benjamin Bailey (November 22, 1817)
Letters (1817–1820)
“I can scarcely bid you good-bye, even in a letter. I always made an awkward bow. God bless you!”
Letter to Charles Armitage Brown (November 30, 1820)
Letters (1817–1820)
"The Fall of Hyperion : A Dream" (1819), Canto I, l. 147
John Keats Endymion
Preface
Endymion (1818)
“Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.”
Bk. III, l. 113
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)
“Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.”
Letter to Benjamin Bailey (March 13, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
John Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn
Stanza 4
Poems (1820), Ode on a Grecian Urn
“In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity.”
"In drear-nighted December' (1817), st. 1
“Open afresh your round of starry folds,
Ye ardent marigolds!”
"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 47
Poems (1817)
"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 72
Poems (1817)
