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... Or on the rainbow of the salt sand - wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows , Emprison her soft hand , and let her rave , And feed deep , deep upon her peerless eyes .
... Or on the rainbow of the salt sand - wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows , Emprison her soft hand , and let her rave , And feed deep , deep upon her peerless eyes .
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O for a draught of vintage , that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal song , and sun - burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of ...
O for a draught of vintage , that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal song , and sun - burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of ...
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... Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : - do I wake or sleep ? ON A GRECIAN URN . C HOU still unravish'd bride IO ODES .
... Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : - do I wake or sleep ? ON A GRECIAN URN . C HOU still unravish'd bride IO ODES .
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Was it a silent deep - disguised plot To steal away , and leave without a task My idle days ? Ripe was the drowsy hour ; The blissful cloud of summer - indolence Benumb'd my eyes ; my pulse grew less and less ; Pain had no sting ...
Was it a silent deep - disguised plot To steal away , and leave without a task My idle days ? Ripe was the drowsy hour ; The blissful cloud of summer - indolence Benumb'd my eyes ; my pulse grew less and less ; Pain had no sting ...
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Moan hither , all ye syllables of woe , From the deep throat of sad Melpomene ! Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be ...
Moan hither , all ye syllables of woe , From the deep throat of sad Melpomene ! Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be ...
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| Назва | The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 The Letters and Poems of John Keats, John Gilmer Speed |
| Автор | John Keats |
| Редактор | John Gilmer Speed |
| Видавець | Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
| Оригінал із | Прінстонський університет |
| Оцифровано | 5 груд. 2008 |
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