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O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the fond believing
lyre , When holy were the haunted forest boughs , Holy the air , the water , and
the fire ; . Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties , thy lucent fans
...
O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the fond believing
lyre , When holy were the haunted forest boughs , Holy the air , the water , and
the fire ; . Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties , thy lucent fans
...
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Twice holy was the Sabbath - bell : The silent streets were crowded well With
staid and pious companies , Warm from their fire - side orat ' ries ; And moving ,
with demurest air , To even - song and vesper prayer . Each arched porch , and
entry ...
Twice holy was the Sabbath - bell : The silent streets were crowded well With
staid and pious companies , Warm from their fire - side orat ' ries ; And moving ,
with demurest air , To even - song and vesper prayer . Each arched porch , and
entry ...
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From her fire - side she could see , Sidelong , its rich antiquity , Far as the Bishop
' s garden - wall ; Where sycamores and elm - trees tall , Full - leaved , the forest
had outstript , By no sharp north - wind ever nipt , So shelter ' d by the mighty ...
From her fire - side she could see , Sidelong , its rich antiquity , Far as the Bishop
' s garden - wall ; Where sycamores and elm - trees tall , Full - leaved , the forest
had outstript , By no sharp north - wind ever nipt , So shelter ' d by the mighty ...
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... drunk by chance , Which saves a sick man from the feather ' d pall For some
few gasping moments ; like a lance , Waking an Indian from his cloudy hall With
cruel pierce , and bringing him again . Sense of the gnawing fire at heart and
brain .
... drunk by chance , Which saves a sick man from the feather ' d pall For some
few gasping moments ; like a lance , Waking an Indian from his cloudy hall With
cruel pierce , and bringing him again . Sense of the gnawing fire at heart and
brain .
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... And fills the air with so much pleasant health 100 That even the dying man
forgets his shroud ; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire , Sending forth Maian incense
, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss , And clouded all the altar
with ...
... And fills the air with so much pleasant health 100 That even the dying man
forgets his shroud ; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire , Sending forth Maian incense
, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss , And clouded all the altar
with ...
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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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