Books with author John 1795-1821 Keats

Lamia is a narrative poem written by English poet John Keats which was published in 1820. The poem was written in 1819, during the famously productive period that produced his 1819 odes. It was composed soon after his "La belle dame sans merci" and his odes on Melancholy, on Indolence, to a Grecian Urn and to a Nightingale and just before "Ode to Autumn".The poem tells how the god Hermes hears of a nymph who is more beautiful than all.

Upon a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns, The ever-smitten Hermes empty left His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft: From high Olympus had he stolen light, On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight Of his great summoner, and made retreat Into a forest on the shores of Crete.

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We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive classic literature collection. This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts, We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. Also in books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy. We use state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.Lamia is a narrative poem written by English poet John Keats which was published in 1820. The poem was written in 1819, during the famously productive period that produced his 1819 odes. It was composed soon after his "La belle dame sans merci" and his odes on Melancholy, on Indolence, to a Grecian Urn and to a Nightingale and just before "Ode to Autumn".The poem tells how the god Hermes hears of a nymph who is more beautiful than all. Hermes, searching for the nymph, instead comes across Lamia, trapped in the form of a serpent.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... I please, To see me. Conrad. Well, suppose this Albert here; What is your power with him? Auranthe. He should be My echo, my taught parrot! but I fear 4o He will be cur enough to bark at me; Have his own say; read me some silly creed 'Bout shame and pity. Conrad. What will you do then? Auranthe. What I shall do, I know not; what I would Cannot be done; for see, this chamber-floor Will not yield to the pick-axe and the spade,--Here is no quiet depth of hollow ground. Conrad. Sister, you have grown sensible and wise, Seconding, ere I speak it, what is now, I hope, resolved between us. Auranthe. Say, what is't? 50 Conrad. You need not be his sexton too: a mail May carry that with him shall make him die Elsewhere,--give that to him; pretend the while You will to-morrow succumb to his wishes, Be what they may, and send him from the Castle On some fool's errand; let his latest groan Frighten the wolves! Auranthe. Alas I he must not die! Conrad. Would you were both hearsed up in stifling lead! Detested--Auranthe. Conrad, hold! I would not bear The little thunder of your fretful tongue, 60 Tho' I alone were taken in these toils, And you could free me; but remember, sir, You live alone in my security: So keep your wits at work, for your own sake, Not mine, and be more mannerly. Conrad. Thou wasp! If my domains were emptied of these folk, And I had thee to starve--Auranthe. O, marvellous! But Conrad, now be gone; the host is look'd for; Cringe to the Emperor, entertain the lords, And, do ye mind, above all things, proclaim 70 My sickness, with a brother's sadden'd eye, Condoling with Prince Ludolph. In fit time Return to me. Conrad. I leave you to your thoughts. Exit. Auranthe (sola). Down, down, proud temper! down, Auranthe's pride! Why do I...