The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... heart aches , and a drowsy numbness pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past , and Lethe - wards had sunk : ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot , But being too ...
... heart aches , and a drowsy numbness pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past , and Lethe - wards had sunk : ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot , But being too ...
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... heart of Ruth , when sick for home , 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 ...
... heart of Ruth , when sick for home , 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 ...
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... heart high sorrowful and cloy'd , A burning forehead , and a parching tongue . Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar , O mysterious priest , Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies , And all her silken flanks ...
... heart high sorrowful and cloy'd , A burning forehead , and a parching tongue . Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar , O mysterious priest , Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies , And all her silken flanks ...
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... heart's short fever - fit ; For Poesy ! -no , - she has not a joy , - At least for me , - so sweet as drowsy noons , And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O , for an age so shelter'd from annoy , That I may never know how change ...
... heart's short fever - fit ; For Poesy ! -no , - she has not a joy , - At least for me , - so sweet as drowsy noons , And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O , for an age so shelter'd from annoy , That I may never know how change ...
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... heart of verse and let me rest ; Throw me upon thy Tripod , till the flood Of stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast . A theme ! a theme ! great nature ! give a theme ; Let me begin my dream . I come I see thee , as thou standest ...
... heart of verse and let me rest ; Throw me upon thy Tripod , till the flood Of stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast . A theme ! a theme ! great nature ! give a theme ; Let me begin my dream . I come I see thee , as thou standest ...
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