The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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What little town by river or sea - shore , Or mountain - built with peaceful citadel ,
Is emptied of its folk this pious morn ? And , little town , thy streets for evermore
Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate can e ' er return . , O
Attic ...
What little town by river or sea - shore , Or mountain - built with peaceful citadel ,
Is emptied of its folk this pious morn ? And , little town , thy streets for evermore
Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate can e ' er return . , O
Attic ...
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NE morn before me were three figures seen With bowed necks , and joined
hands , sidefaced ; And one behind the other stepp ' d serene , In placid sandals ,
and in white robes graced ; They pass ' d , like figures on a marble urn , When ...
NE morn before me were three figures seen With bowed necks , and joined
hands , sidefaced ; And one behind the other stepp ' d serene , In placid sandals ,
and in white robes graced ; They pass ' d , like figures on a marble urn , When ...
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My sleep had been embroider ' d with dim dreams ; My soul had been a lawn
besprinkled o ' er With flowers , and stirring shades , and baffled beams : The
morn was clouded , but no shower fell , Tho ' in her lids hung the sweet tears of ΙΑ
...
My sleep had been embroider ' d with dim dreams ; My soul had been a lawn
besprinkled o ' er With flowers , and stirring shades , and baffled beams : The
morn was clouded , but no shower fell , Tho ' in her lids hung the sweet tears of ΙΑ
...
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The bells had ceased , the prayers begun , And Bertha had not yet half done A
curious volume , patch ' d and torn , That all day long , from earliest morn , Had
taken captive her two eyes , Among its golden broideries ; Perplex ' d her with a ...
The bells had ceased , the prayers begun , And Bertha had not yet half done A
curious volume , patch ' d and torn , That all day long , from earliest morn , Had
taken captive her two eyes , Among its golden broideries ; Perplex ' d her with a ...
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With every morn their love grew tenderer , With every eve deeper and tenderer
still ; He might not in house , field , or garden stir , But her full shape would all his
seeing fill ; And his continual voice was pleasanter To her , than noise of trees or
...
With every morn their love grew tenderer , With every eve deeper and tenderer
still ; He might not in house , field , or garden stir , But her full shape would all his
seeing fill ; And his continual voice was pleasanter To her , than noise of trees or
...
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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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