The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... dead men's bones , And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast , Stitch shrouds together for a sail , with groans To fill it out , blood - stained and aghast ; Although your rudder be a dragon's tail Long sever'd , yet still hard with agony ...
... dead men's bones , And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast , Stitch shrouds together for a sail , with groans To fill it out , blood - stained and aghast ; Although your rudder be a dragon's tail Long sever'd , yet still hard with agony ...
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... dead , And straight all flush'd ; so , lisped tenderly , " Lorenzo ! " here she ceased her timid quest , But in her tone and look he read the rest . VIII . " O Isabella ! I can half perceive That I may speak my grief into thine ear ; If ...
... dead , And straight all flush'd ; so , lisped tenderly , " Lorenzo ! " here she ceased her timid quest , But in her tone and look he read the rest . VIII . " O Isabella ! I can half perceive That I may speak my grief into thine ear ; If ...
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... dead , Too many doleful stories do we see , Whose matter in bright gold were best be read ; Except in such a page where Theseus ' spouse Over the pathless waves towards him bows . XIII . But , for the general award of love 28 ISABELLA .
... dead , Too many doleful stories do we see , Whose matter in bright gold were best be read ; Except in such a page where Theseus ' spouse Over the pathless waves towards him bows . XIII . But , for the general award of love 28 ISABELLA .
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... dead , Pale Isabella kiss'd it , and low moan'd . ' Twas love ; cold , —dead indeed , but not dethroned . LI . In anxious secrecy they took it home , And then the prize was all for Isabel : She calm'd its wild hair with a golden comb ...
... dead , Pale Isabella kiss'd it , and low moan'd . ' Twas love ; cold , —dead indeed , but not dethroned . LI . In anxious secrecy they took it home , And then the prize was all for Isabel : She calm'd its wild hair with a golden comb ...
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... dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm . LVII . O leave the palm to wither by itself ; Let not quick Winter chill its dying hour ! - It may not be - those Baâlites of pelf , Her brethren , noted the ...
... dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm . LVII . O leave the palm to wither by itself ; Let not quick Winter chill its dying hour ! - It may not be - those Baâlites of pelf , Her brethren , noted the ...
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