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  • Maybe the poet Keats was right after all in the "Ode on a Grecian Urn.†   (source)
  • Just the names-all the Greeks, of course, and Descartes, Locke, Shaftesbury, Leibniz, Vico, Eberhard, Herder, Schiller, Kant, Rilke, Keats, Schelling, and a hundred others, loaded all the cannon and made them ready to fire.†   (source)
  • Prof read Keats.†   (source)
  • Even as a schoolboy, I loved John Keats's ode "To Autumn" for being an ark of the covenant between language and sensation; as an adolescent, I loved Gerard Manley Hopkins for the intensity of his exclamations which were also equations for a rapture and an ache I didn't fully know I knew until I read him; I loved Robert Frost for his farmer's accuracy and his wily down-to-earthness; and Chaucer too for much the same reasons.†   (source)
  • Perhaps you are more John Keats than you are willing to admit.†   (source)
  • Even if the transfer worked, the human with the John Keats persona would not be "Johnny."†   (source)
  • "Good God," he said, "I'm not John Keats.†   (source)
  • M. Keats had expressed an interest in joining our holiest pilgrimage.†   (source)
  • "Kassad said he returned to Keats once this way," called Brawne Lamia from the other room.†   (source)
  • The Keats persona… reality… would never survive.†   (source)
  • Would you please tell me what the Keats cybrid is going to do now?†   (source)
  • King Billy's original site for Keats and for all things bright and beautiful.†   (source)
  • He guessed that they were about a hundred and eighty kilometers northwest of Keats.†   (source)
  • Keats itself is a mixture of tawdry, false classicism and mindless, boomtown energy.†   (source)
  • I had scheduled a month in Keats but already I am eager to press on.†   (source)
  • White cities rising on three continents: Keats, Endymion, Port Romance… the Poets" City itself.†   (source)
  • You think the… Keats Project… was evil?†   (source)
  • I landed in Keats a month after your replacement had taken over at the consulate.†   (source)
  • It even has a city named after you… after Keats.†   (source)
  • Are the people being evacuated from Keats and the other cities?†   (source)
  • The Keats police have been absorbed under the martial law I declared fourteen months ago.†   (source)
  • Tomorrow, take the tour of Keats, eat well, and arrange transport to Aquila and points south.†   (source)
  • Their creation of a Keats cybrid was a terrible amble.†   (source)
  • Only my apparent lack of success as a Keats analog allowed the Stables to preserve me.†   (source)
  • And it's a great deal of what makes reading the work—of my students, of recent graduates of the Iowa Writers' Workshop, of Keats and Shelley—interesting and fun.†   (source)
  • In addition to Keats and the Brontes, Robert Louis Stevenson, Katherine Mansfield, Lawrence, Frederic Chopin, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Franz Kafka, and Percy Bysshe Shelley form a fair beginning toward a Who's Who of artistic consumptives.†   (source)
  • "BB," I said as an afterthought, "have you ever heard of a persona retrieved from an Old Earth poet named John Keats?"†   (source)
  • John Keats had a fiancce named Fanny.†   (source)
  • What began as a comic-serious homage to the ghost of John Keats became my last reason for existence, an epic tour de force in an age of mediocre farce.†   (source)
  • The poet John Keats once wrote to a friend of his named Bailey: "I am certain of nothing but 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.†   (source)
  • He spoke of awakening after his death in the bed where he died, still attended by the loyal Severn and Dr Clark, of remembering that he was the poet John Keats the way one remembers an identity from a fast-fading dream while all the while knowing that he was something else.†   (source)
  • "John Keats," I said.†   (source)
  • The John Keats cybrid.†   (source)
  • John Keats smiled at me.†   (source)
  • John Keats.†   (source)
  • And even if I survive this-make my way back to Keats-arrange travel back to the Web-who would believe me?†   (source)
  • I will see you on the planet, sometime before our midnight departure time from the Shrike's Temple in Keats.†   (source)
  • Having a persona based upon a retrieval template no more makes me Keats than having the name Lamia makes you a monster.†   (source)
  • It may well be that Keats's dreams of Hyperion were some sort of transtemporal communication between his then persona and his now persona.†   (source)
  • Unlike most things in Keats, on Hyperion, Cicero's was not named after some piece of pre-Hegira literary trivia.†   (source)
  • Some of the evacuees went to Endymion or Keats or one of the other new cities, but most voted to take the seedships back to the Web.†   (source)
  • King Billy's dream of a creative utopia died, although the King himself lived on in the gloomy palace at Keats.†   (source)
  • Why did we think we'd be allowed to get to the Tombs when the thing's been slaughtering people halfway from here to Keats?†   (source)
  • Everywhere except Keats, segments of the coast along the Mane, and a few of the big cities like Endymion.†   (source)
  • Planetfall at Keats and hours of effort getting through customs and taking ground transit into the city.†   (source)
  • The crew will be happy to wait and ferry you back to Keats in the Benares should the windwagon not appear.†   (source)
  • First, that I might invest all consciousness in my cybrid and thus change the nature of the Keats analog.†   (source)
  • Day 8 There is a cathedral in Keats.†   (source)
  • "Probably an injured FORCE skirmisher trying to reach the orbital perimeter or the spaceport at Keats," said Colonel Kassad.†   (source)
  • Ahead, the lights of Keats seemed to have multiplied and spread across new sections of the river valley and hills.†   (source)
  • The Hegemony warship has granted permission for you to descend to Keats's space-port," said the Captain.†   (source)
  • A major development was the Hegemony Protectorate's decision to send along on that expedition a fatline transmitter for installation at the Hegemony consulate in Keats.†   (source)
  • The spaceport had been a full nine klicks from the city when he lived in Keats; now shacks, tents, and mud streets surrounded the landing field's perimeter.†   (source)
  • "To Keats?" said Sol Weintraub.†   (source)
  • And surely you are aware that during the past several centuries the persona of the Old Earth poet Keats has been woven into the cultural mythos of the Hyperion colony?†   (source)
  • The New Vatican had spent a fortune on fatline inquiries, but neither the colonial authorities nor the consulate in Keats had been able to locate the missing priest.†   (source)
  • Do you remember our dear, departed Voice of the Bush Masteen telling our Consul friend that h/s secret weapon was that nice Hegemony singleship sitting back at Keats Spaceport?†   (source)
  • A description of the murdered man was sent to Keats but the man himself was buried the next day in a pauper's field between the mud flats and the yellow jungle.†   (source)
  • Sad King Billy joined us that night and I remember that he looked at me before he solemnly reentered his ornate coach to return to the safety of Keats.†   (source)
  • Keats said: "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?†   (source)
  • You say Keats never finished it.†   (source)
  • Kassad was naked and almost dead from the effects of exposure and several serious wounds, but he responded well to emergency field treatment and was immediately airlifted south of the Bridle Range to a hospital at Keats.†   (source)
  • I don't understand the exact purpose of the Keats Project or the other Old Earth analogs, but I suspect that it is part of a TechnoCore project going back at least seven standard centuries to realize the Ultimate Intelligence.†   (source)
  • Consequently, our agents reported that M. Keats may have been the victim of one or more assaults and that a certain private investigator… you, M. Lamia… was responsible for destroying the cybrid bodyguard provided M. Keats by the TechnoCore.†   (source)
  • He told of the hemorrhages in the night, of Dr Clark bleeding him and prescribing "exercise and good air," and of the ultimate religious and personal despair which had led Keats to demand his own epitaph be carved in stone as: "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."†   (source)
  • The town itself seems to be separated into the sprawling maze of slums and saloons which the locals call Jacktown and Keats itself, the so-called Old City although it dates back only four centuries, all polished stone and studied sterility.†   (source)
  • Two It had been a warm, rainy day in Keats, Hyperion's capi-tai, and even after the rains stopped a layer of clouds moved slow and heavy over the city, filling the air with the salt scent of the ocean twenty kilometers to the west.†   (source)
  • Ten minutes later they had landed at Keats Interstellar, Father Dur was soon swept into the whirlpool of customs and luggage rituals, and twenty minutes after that a thoroughly disappointed Lenar Hoyt was rising toward space and the Nadia Oleg once again.†   (source)
  • There are skimmers and other aircraft on this absurd world but, for the Common Folk, travel between these accursed island continents seems restricted to boat-which takes forever, I am told-or one of the huge passenger dirigibles which de! arts from Keats only once a week.†   (source)
  • It had been strange-following the android messenger in the rain, boarding the old barge, making their way through its maze of tessellated rooms and passages, picking up Het Masteen at the ruins of the Temple, and then watching the lights of Keats fall astern.†   (source)
  • "Keats," I said.†   (source)
  • Near me is a family of eight-indigenie plantation workers returning from a biannual shopping expedition of their own to Keats-and although I do not mind the sound or scent of their caged pigs or the squeal of their food hamsters, the incessant, confused crowing of their poor befuddled rooster is more than I can stand some nights.†   (source)
  • "Keats," I said.†   (source)
  • Stay in Keats.†   (source)
  • He talked of the agony of seeing Fanny's handwriting on the letters he found too painful to open; he talked of the loyalty of the young artist Joseph Severn, who had been chosen as a traveling companion for Keats by "friends" who had abandoned the poet at the end, of how Severn had nursed the dying man and stayed with him during the final days.†   (source)
  • Are we in Keats?†   (source)
  • Like Keats and Lamb in Haydon's studio, don Balthazar and I drank toasts to "the confusion of mathematics" ancl mourned the destruction of" the poetry of the rainbow by M. Newton's prying prism… The early distrust and actual hatred of all things scientific and clinical served me well in later life.†   (source)
  • I also felt the surge as his hand found the neural shunt, the white-light warmth of the surge to the Schrn loop as everything Johnny Keats ever was or would be exploded into me; almost, almost it was like his orgasm inside me two nights earlier, the surge and throb and sudden warmth and stillness after, with the echo of sensation there.†   (source)
  • "Keats," he said.†   (source)
  • Something by Keats?†   (source)
  • Keats never finished it.†   (source)
  • He told of his inability to write further poetry, of his increasing estrangement from the cybrid impostors, of his retreat into something resembling catatonia combined with "hallucinations" of his true AI existence in the nearly incomprehensible (to a nineteenth-century poet) TechnoCore, and of the ultimate crumbling of the illusion and the abandonment of the "Keats Project."†   (source)
  • Keats died in Italy.†   (source)
  • Keats?†   (source)
  • And it is the unappeasable pursuit of this note, a note tuned to its most extreme in Emily Dickinson and Paul Celan and orchestrated to its most opulent in John Keats, it is this which keeps the poet's ear straining to hear the totally persuasive voice behind all the other informing voices.†   (source)
  • "I can think of no better definition than Keats': 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty.†   (source)
  • What does Keats write about mainly, if not the effect of poetry upon himself?†   (source)
  • Remember Keats.†   (source)
  • Is Keats better than Shelley?†   (source)
  • I said: This is the earth of Shakespeare, and Milton, and John Keats and, by God, what's more, it's mine as well!†   (source)
  • The great Doctor, whom of all men I most revere, swaying a little from side to side among the tables, the bound volumes, has dealt out Horace, Tennyson, the complete works of Keats and Matthew Arnold, suitably inscribed.†   (source)
  • Coleridge, Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley, Landor, Keats, Tennyson, Browning, Arnold, Morris, Rossetti, Swinburne—we may stop there.†   (source)
  • One must turn back to Shakespeare then, for Shakespeare was androgynous; and so were Keats and Sterne and Cowper and Lamb and Coleridge.†   (source)
  • And so the writer, Keats, Flaubert, Carlyle, suffers, especially in the creative years of youth, every form of distraction and discouragement.†   (source)
  • There remains but Keats; whom Atropos slew young, as she slew John Clare in a mad-house, and James Thomson by the laudanum he took to drug disappointment.†   (source)
  • Of these, all but Keats, Browning, Rossetti were University men, and of these three, Keats, who died young, cut off in his prime, was the only one not fairly well to do.†   (source)
  • The indifference of the world which Keats and Flaubert and other men of genius have found so hard to bear was in her case not indifference but hostility.†   (source)
  • And there is the girl behind the counter too—I would as soon have her true history as the hundred and fiftieth life of Napoleon or seventieth study of Keats and his use of Miltonic inversion which old Professor Z and his like are now inditing.†   (source)
  • Thus, though we do not know what Shakespeare went through when he wrote LEAR, we do know what Carlyle went through when he wrote the FRENCH REVOLUTION; what Flaubert went through when he wrote MADAME BOVARY; what Keats was going through when he tried to write poetry against the coming death and the indifference of the world.†   (source)
  • Since her pin money, which depended on the goodwill of her father, was only enough to keep her clothed, she was debarred from such alleviations as came even to Keats or Tennyson or Carlyle, all poor men, from a walking tour, a little journey to France, from the separate lodging which, even if it were miserable enough, sheltered them from the claims and tyrannies of their families.†   (source)
  • I wonder how much of the cement is made out of the tombstones of John Keatses?†   (source)
  • Keats was in his face, and Shelley, and Arthur Upson, whom she had once seen in Minneapolis.†   (source)
  • He's Keats—sensitive to silken things.†   (source)
  • "Did you ever read Keats's Belle Dame sans Merci?" asked Mrs. Tristram.†   (source)
  • His body moved restlessly, and it was with what Keats daintily calls a too happy happiness.†   (source)
  • Was he not like Keats? she asked; and reflected how she might give him a taste of Antony and Cleopatra and the rest; lent him books; wrote him scraps of letters; and lit in him such a fire as burns only once in a lifetime, without heat, flickering a red gold flame infinitely ethereal and insubstantial over Miss Pole; Antony and Cleopatra; and the Waterloo Road.†   (source)
  • Carol nodded in the manner of a lady being kind to a tradesman, and one of her selves sneered, "Our Erik is indeed a lost John Keats."†   (source)
  • In a good-natured way he had almost decided that Princeton was one part deadly Philistines and one part deadly grinds, and to find a person who could mention Keats without stammering, yet evidently washed his hands, was rather a treat.†   (source)
  • Don't you think it was the greatest luck in the world for them that Keats, Shelley, Bonnington, and Byron died early?†   (source)
  • The walk toward the American Express past the odorous confectioneries of the Via Nationale, through the foul tunnel up to the Spanish Steps, where his spirit soared before the flower stalls and the house where Keats had died.†   (source)
  • They want the Pension Keats.†   (source)
  • He read enormously every night—Shaw, Chesterton, Barrie, Pinero, Yeats, Synge, Ernest Dowson, Arthur Symons, Keats, Sudermann, Robert Hugh Benson, the Savoy Operas—just a heterogeneous mixture, for he suddenly discovered that he had read nothing for years.†   (source)
  • And perhaps there are several poets not mentioned today whom it might be worth while considering—Keats, for instance, and Matthew Arnold and Rossetti and Swinburne.†   (source)
  • Keats, here!†   (source)
  • "Not being a genius, like Keats, it won't kill me," she said stoutly, "and I've got the joke on my side, after all, for the parts that were taken straight out of real life are denounced as impossible and absurd, and the scenes that I made up out of my own silly head are pronounced 'charmingly natural, tender, and true'.†   (source)
  • —KEATS, Endymion.†   (source)
  • A thing of beauty, don't you know, Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says.†   (source)
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