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Y 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 ...
Y 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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No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self - same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth , when sick for home , She stood ...
No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self - same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth , when sick for home , She stood ...
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For ever panting and for ever young ; All breathing human passion far above , That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'd , A burning forehead , and a parching tongue . Who are these coming to the sacrifice ?
For ever panting and for ever young ; All breathing human passion far above , That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'd , A burning forehead , and a parching tongue . Who are these coming to the sacrifice ?
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And for that poor Ambition ! it springs From a man's little 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 ...
And for that poor Ambition ! it springs From a man's little 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 ...
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O ease my 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 ...
O ease my 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 ...
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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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