The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... poor Ambition ! it springs From a man's little heart's short fever - fit ; For Poesy ! -no , - she has not a joy , - At least for me , - so sweet as drowsy noons , And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O , for an age so shelter'd ...
... poor Ambition ! it springs From a man's little heart's short fever - fit ; For Poesy ! -no , - she has not a joy , - At least for me , - so sweet as drowsy noons , And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O , for an age so shelter'd ...
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... and in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul ! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal ; Lean'd forward , with bright drooping hair VOL . III . 3 And slant book , full against the glare . Her THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 17.
... and in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul ! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal ; Lean'd forward , with bright drooping hair VOL . III . 3 And slant book , full against the glare . Her THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 17.
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... poor , the fading , brief pride of an hour ; Let none profane my Holy See of love , Or with a rude hand break The sacramental cake : Let none else touch the just new - budded flower If not - may my eyes close , Love ! on their last ...
... poor , the fading , brief pride of an hour ; Let none profane my Holy See of love , Or with a rude hand break The sacramental cake : Let none else touch the just new - budded flower If not - may my eyes close , Love ! on their last ...
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John Keats John Gilmer Speed. When , howe'er poor or particolour'd things , My muse had wings , And ever ready was to take her course Whither I bent her force , Unintellectual , yet divine to me ; — Divine , I say ! —What sea - bird o'er ...
John Keats John Gilmer Speed. When , howe'er poor or particolour'd things , My muse had wings , And ever ready was to take her course Whither I bent her force , Unintellectual , yet divine to me ; — Divine , I say ! —What sea - bird o'er ...
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... poor simple Isabel ! Lorenzo , a young palmer in Love's eye ! They could not in the self - same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart , some malady ; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each to be the other by ...
... poor simple Isabel ! Lorenzo , a young palmer in Love's eye ! They could not in the self - same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart , some malady ; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each to be the other by ...
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