The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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... 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 , Fluttering among the faint Olympians , I see , and sing , by my own eyes inspired .
... 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 , Fluttering among the faint Olympians , I see , and sing , by my own eyes inspired .
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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 .
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 .
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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 ...
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 ...
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... 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 . XXXV .
... 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 . XXXV .
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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