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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 shelter ' d ...
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 shelter ' d ...
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... Pair 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 ! And struck
...
... Pair 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 ! And struck
...
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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 flower If not — may
my ...
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 flower If not — may
my ...
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Αρ 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 while ...
Αρ 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 while ...
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D 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 the ...
D 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 the ...
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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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