The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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... breathing on the bedded grass ; Their arms embraced , and their pinions too ;
Their lips touch ' d not , but had not bade adieu As if disjoined by soft - handed
slumber , And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of
aurorean ...
... breathing on the bedded grass ; Their arms embraced , and their pinions too ;
Their lips touch ' d not , but had not bade adieu As if disjoined by soft - handed
slumber , And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of
aurorean ...
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... to " glut thy sorrow on a morning rose , Or on the rainbow of the salt sand -
wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies " ; and which essentially “ lives in
Beauty - Beauty that must die , And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding
adieu .
... to " glut thy sorrow on a morning rose , Or on the rainbow of the salt sand -
wave , Or on the wealth of globed peonies " ; and which essentially “ lives in
Beauty - Beauty that must die , And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding
adieu .
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She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at
his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the
bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight Veild Melancholy has her ...
She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at
his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the
bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight Veild Melancholy has her ...
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Let once again these aching arms be placed ; The tender gaolers of thy waist !
And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very
hair ,O , the sweetness of the pain ! Give me those lips again ! Enough ! Enough !
it ...
Let once again these aching arms be placed ; The tender gaolers of thy waist !
And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very
hair ,O , the sweetness of the pain ! Give me those lips again ! Enough ! Enough !
it ...
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O may I never see another night , Lorenzo , if thy lips breathe not love ' s tune . "
So spake they to their pillows ; but , alas , Honeyless days and days did he let
pass ; Until sweet Isabella ' s untouch ' d cheek Fell sick within the rose ' s just ...
O may I never see another night , Lorenzo , if thy lips breathe not love ' s tune . "
So spake they to their pillows ; but , alas , Honeyless days and days did he let
pass ; Until sweet Isabella ' s untouch ' d cheek Fell sick within the rose ' s just ...
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