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... Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , Nor altar heap'd with flowers ; Nor Virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ...
... Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , Nor altar heap'd with flowers ; Nor Virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ...
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... hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient look , Thou watchest the last oozings , hours by hours .
... hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient look , Thou watchest the last oozings , hours by hours .
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Keats took great pleasure in her song , and one morning took his chair from the breakfast - table to the grass plot under a plum tree , where he remained between two and three hours . He then reached the house with some scraps of paper ...
Keats took great pleasure in her song , and one morning took his chair from the breakfast - table to the grass plot under a plum tree , where he remained between two and three hours . He then reached the house with some scraps of paper ...
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Ripe was the drowsy 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 ...
Ripe was the drowsy 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 ...
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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 Aower If not ...
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 Aower If not ...
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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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