The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... hours ; No voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late ...
... hours ; No voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late ...
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... hours by hours . Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay , where are they ? Think not of them , thou hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir ...
... hours by hours . Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay , where are they ? Think not of them , thou hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir ...
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... hours . He then reached the house with some scraps of paper in his hand , which he soon put together in the form of this ode . Q Y heart aches , and a drowsy numbness pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some ...
... hours . He then reached the house with some scraps of paper in his hand , which he soon put together in the form of this ode . Q Y heart aches , and a drowsy numbness pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some ...
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... hour ; The blissful cloud of summer - indolence Benumb'd my eyes ; my pulse grew less and less ; Pain had no sting , and pleasure's wreath no flower : O , why did ye not melt , and leave my sense Unhaunted quite of all but - nothingness ...
... hour ; The blissful cloud of summer - indolence Benumb'd my eyes ; my pulse grew less and less ; Pain had no sting , and pleasure's wreath no flower : O , why did ye not melt , and leave my sense Unhaunted quite of all but - nothingness ...
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... 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 eyes close , Love ! on their last repose . W ΤΟ HAT can I do to drive away ...
... 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 eyes close , Love ! on their last repose . W ΤΟ HAT can I do to drive away ...
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