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... And Bertha had not yet half done A curious volume , patch'd and torn , That all day long , from earliest morn , Had taken captive her two eyes , Among its golden broideries ; Perplex'd her with a thousand things ,The stars of Heaven ...
... And Bertha had not yet half done A curious volume , patch'd and torn , That all day long , from earliest morn , Had taken captive her two eyes , Among its golden broideries ; Perplex'd her with a thousand things ,The stars of Heaven ...
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Sometimes the learned eremite , With golden star , or dagger bright , Referr'd to pious poesies Written in smallest crow - quill size Beneath the text ; and thus the rhyme Was parcell'd out from time to time : .
Sometimes the learned eremite , With golden star , or dagger bright , Referr'd to pious poesies Written in smallest crow - quill size Beneath the text ; and thus the rhyme Was parcell'd out from time to time : .
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But Selfishness , Love's cousin , held not long Its fiery vigil in her single breast ; She fretted for the golden hour , and hung Upon the time with feverish unrest — Not long ; for soon into her heart a throng Of higher occupants ...
But Selfishness , Love's cousin , held not long Its fiery vigil in her single breast ; She fretted for the golden hour , and hung Upon the time with feverish unrest — Not long ; for soon into her heart a throng Of higher occupants ...
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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 , 40 ISABELLA .
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 , 40 ISABELLA .
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She calm'd its wild hair with a golden comb , And all around each eye's sepulchral cell Pointed each fringed lash ; the smeared loam With tears , as chilly as a dripping well , She drench'd away : and still she comb'd and kept Sighing ...
She calm'd its wild hair with a golden comb , And all around each eye's sepulchral cell Pointed each fringed lash ; the smeared loam With tears , as chilly as a dripping well , She drench'd away : and still she comb'd and kept Sighing ...
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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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