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... hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later
flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For Summer
has o ' er - brimm ' d their clammy cells . Who hath not seen thee ost amid thy
store ?
... hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later
flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For Summer
has o ' er - brimm ' d their clammy cells . Who hath not seen thee ost amid thy
store ?
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Who hath not seen thee ost amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad
may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Thy hair soft - lifted by the
winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap ' d furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the
fume ...
Who hath not seen thee ost amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad
may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Thy hair soft - lifted by the
winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap ' d furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the
fume ...
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O for a draught of vintage , that hath been Cool ' d a long age in the deep - delved
earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal song ,
and sun - burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of the true ...
O for a draught of vintage , that hath been Cool ' d a long age in the deep - delved
earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal song ,
and sun - burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of the true ...
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... She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft - times hath Charm ' d
magic casements , opening on the foam Of perilous seas , in faery lands forlorn .
Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self .
... She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft - times hath Charm ' d
magic casements , opening on the foam Of perilous seas , in faery lands forlorn .
Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self .
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... evening came , And they had found Lorenzo ' s earthy bed ; The flint was there
, the berries at his head . XLV . Who hath not loiter ' d in a ISABELLA.
... evening came , And they had found Lorenzo ' s earthy bed ; The flint was there
, the berries at his head . XLV . Who hath not loiter ' d in a ISABELLA.
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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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