The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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And for that 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 ...
And for that 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 ...
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... by pair had gone to rest , Each in its ancient belfry - nest , Where asleep they fall betimes , To music and the drowsy chimes . All was silent , all was gloom , Abroad and in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul !
... by pair had gone to rest , Each in its ancient belfry - nest , Where asleep they fall betimes , To music and the drowsy chimes . All was silent , all was gloom , Abroad and in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul !
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Ah ! if you prize my subdued soul above The 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 Aower If not ...
Ah ! if you prize my subdued soul above The 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 Aower If not ...
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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 the sea Is a philosopher the ...
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 the sea Is a philosopher the ...
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日 AIR Isabel , 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 ...
日 AIR Isabel , 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 ...
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