The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... pains . I have , for the most part , dashed off my lines in a hurry ; this one I have done leisurely ; I think it reads the more richly for it , and it will , I hope , encourage me to write other things in even a more peaceable and ...
... pains . I have , for the most part , dashed off my lines in a hurry ; this one I have done leisurely ; I think it reads the more richly for it , and it will , I hope , encourage me to write other things in even a more peaceable and ...
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... pain , Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind : Far , far around shall those dark - cluster'd trees Fledge the wild - ridged mountains steep by steep ; And there by zephyrs , streams , and birds , and bees , The moss - lain Dryads ...
... pain , Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind : Far , far around shall those dark - cluster'd trees Fledge the wild - ridged mountains steep by steep ; And there by zephyrs , streams , and birds , and bees , The moss - lain Dryads ...
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... pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past , and Lethe - wards had sunk : ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot , But being too happy in thy happiness , - That thou ...
... pains My sense , as though of hemlock I had drunk , Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past , and Lethe - wards had sunk : ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot , But being too happy in thy happiness , - That thou ...
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... pain , While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing , and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod . Thou wast not born for death , immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread ...
... pain , While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing , and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod . Thou wast not born for death , immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread ...
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... 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 ? III . A third time pass'd they by , and ON INDOLENCE . 13 ON INDOLENCE.
... 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 ? III . A third time pass'd they by , and ON INDOLENCE . 13 ON INDOLENCE.
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