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The following poem , the last I have written , is the first and only one with which I have taken even moderate 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 ...
The following poem , the last I have written , is the first and only one with which I have taken even moderate 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 ...
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... thy grove , thy oracle , thy heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . Yes , I will be thy priest , and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind , Where branched thoughts , new - grown with pleasant pain TO PSYCHE . 3 To Psyche.
... thy grove , thy oracle , thy heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . Yes , I will be thy priest , and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind , Where branched thoughts , new - grown with pleasant pain TO PSYCHE . 3 To Psyche.
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Where branched thoughts , new - grown with pleasant 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 ...
Where branched thoughts , new - grown with pleasant 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 ...
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Y heart aches , and a drowsy numbness 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 ...
Y heart aches , and a drowsy numbness 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 ...
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... upon the midnight with no pain , While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing , and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod . Thou wast not born for death , immortal Bird !
... upon the midnight with no pain , While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing , and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod . Thou wast not born for death , immortal Bird !
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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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