The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... look , Thou watchest the last oozings , 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 ...
... look , Thou watchest the last oozings , 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 ...
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... looks , eats up my feast ? What stare outfaces now my silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish'd at the least ; Let , let , the amorous burn . But , pr'ythee , do not turn - The current of your heart from me so soon . O ! save , in ...
... looks , eats up my feast ? What stare outfaces now my silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish'd at the least ; Let , let , the amorous burn . But , pr'ythee , do not turn - The current of your heart from me so soon . O ! save , in ...
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... looks speak love - laws , I will drink her tears , And at the least ' twill startle off her cares . " VI . So said he one fair morning , and all day His heart beat awfully against his side ; And to his heart he inwardly did pray For ...
... looks speak love - laws , I will drink her tears , And at the least ' twill startle off her cares . " VI . So said he one fair morning , and all day His heart beat awfully against his side ; And to his heart he inwardly did pray For ...
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... look he read the rest . VIII . " O Isabella ! I can half perceive That I may speak my grief into thine ear ; If thou didst ever anything believe , Believe how I love thee , believe how near My soul is to its doom : I would not grieve ...
... look he read the rest . VIII . " O Isabella ! I can half perceive That I may speak my grief into thine ear ; If thou didst ever anything believe , Believe how I love thee , believe how near My soul is to its doom : I would not grieve ...
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... look'd on dead and senseless things , Asking for her lost Basil amorously : And with melodious chuckle in the strings Of her lorn voice , she oftentimes would cry After the Pilgrim in his wanderings , To ask him where her Basil was ...
... look'd on dead and senseless things , Asking for her lost Basil amorously : And with melodious chuckle in the strings Of her lorn voice , she oftentimes would cry After the Pilgrim in his wanderings , To ask him where her Basil was ...
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