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... to " glut thy sorrow on a morning rose , Or on the rainbow of the salt sand -
wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies " ; and which essentially “ lives in
Beauty - Beauty that must die , And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding
adieu .
... to " glut thy sorrow on a morning rose , Or on the rainbow of the salt sand -
wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies " ; and which essentially “ lives in
Beauty - Beauty that must die , And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding
adieu .
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She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at
his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the
bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight Veild Melancholy has her ...
She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at
his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the
bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight Veild Melancholy has her ...
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He then rerched the house with some scraps of paper in his hand , which he
suon put together in the form of this ode . Y heart aches , and a drowsy numbness
I pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some dull
opiate ...
He then rerched the house with some scraps of paper in his hand , which he
suon put together in the form of this ode . Y heart aches , and a drowsy numbness
I pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some dull
opiate ...
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Ah ! keep that hand unravish ' d at the least ; Let , let , the amorous burn - But ,
prythee , do not turn The current of your heart from me so soon . O ! save , in
charity , The quickest pulse for me . Save it for me , sweet love ! though music
breathe ...
Ah ! keep that hand unravish ' d at the least ; Let , let , the amorous burn - But ,
prythee , do not turn The current of your heart from me so soon . O ! save , in
charity , The quickest pulse for me . Save it for me , sweet love ! though music
breathe ...
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Ah ! if you prize my subdued soul above The poor , the fading , brief pride of an
hour ; Let none profane my Holy See of love , Or with a rude hand break The
sacramental cake : Let none else touch the just new - budded flower If not — may
my ...
Ah ! if you prize my subdued soul above The poor , the fading , brief pride of an
hour ; Let none profane my Holy See of love , Or with a rude hand break The
sacramental cake : Let none else touch the just new - budded flower If not — may
my ...
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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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