The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... hair soft - lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep ...
... hair soft - lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep ...
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... hairs , Where youth grows pale , and spectre - thin , and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden - eyed despairs ; Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes , Or new Love pine at them beyond to - morrow . Away ...
... hairs , Where youth grows pale , and spectre - thin , and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden - eyed despairs ; Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes , Or new Love pine at them beyond to - morrow . Away ...
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... in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul ! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal ; Lean'd forward , with bright drooping hair VOL . III . 3 And slant book , full against the glare . Her THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 17.
... in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul ! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal ; Lean'd forward , with bright drooping hair VOL . III . 3 And slant book , full against the glare . Her THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 17.
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... here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair , - O , the sweetness of the pain ! Give me those lips again ! Enough ! Enough ! it is enough for me To dream of thee ! Oct. 1819 . A STORY , FROM BOCCACCIO . I. AIR Isabel ,. ΤΟ 23.
... here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair , - O , the sweetness of the pain ! Give me those lips again ! Enough ! Enough ! it is enough for me To dream of thee ! Oct. 1819 . A STORY , FROM BOCCACCIO . I. AIR Isabel ,. ΤΟ 23.
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... Lorenzo stood , and wept : the forest tomb Had marr'd his glossy hair which once could shoot Lustre into the sun , and put cold doom Upon his lips , and taken the soft lute From his lorn voice , and past his loamed ears ISABELLA . 35.
... Lorenzo stood , and wept : the forest tomb Had marr'd his glossy hair which once could shoot Lustre into the sun , and put cold doom Upon his lips , and taken the soft lute From his lorn voice , and past his loamed ears ISABELLA . 35.
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