The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... silver - white , and budded Tyrian , They lay calm - breathing on the bedded grass ; Their arms embraced , and their pinions too ; Their lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu As if disjoined by soft - handed slumber , And ready ...
... silver - white , and budded Tyrian , They lay calm - breathing on the bedded grass ; Their arms embraced , and their pinions too ; Their lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu As if disjoined by soft - handed slumber , And ready ...
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... silver rays , Moses ' breastplate , and the seven Candlesticks John saw in Heaven , The winged Lion of Saint Mark , And the Covenantal Ark , With its many mysteries , Cherubim and golden mice . Bertha was a maiden fair , Dwelling in th ...
... silver rays , Moses ' breastplate , and the seven Candlesticks John saw in Heaven , The winged Lion of Saint Mark , And the Covenantal Ark , With its many mysteries , Cherubim and golden mice . Bertha was a maiden fair , Dwelling in th ...
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... silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish'd at the least ; Let , let , the amorous burn . But , pr'ythee , do not turn - The current of your heart from me so soon . O ! save , in charity , The quickest pulse for me . Save it for me ...
... silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish'd at the least ; Let , let , the amorous burn . But , pr'ythee , do not turn - The current of your heart from me so soon . O ! save , in charity , The quickest pulse for me . Save it for me ...
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... silver wan your marble tombs . LVI . Moan hither , all ye syllables of woe , From the deep throat of sad Melpomene ! Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and ...
... silver wan your marble tombs . LVI . Moan hither , all ye syllables of woe , From the deep throat of sad Melpomene ! Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and ...
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... silver seasons shedded on the night , And every day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly . Oftentimes I pray'd Intense , that death would take me from the vale And all its burthens ; gasping with despair Of change , hour after ...
... silver seasons shedded on the night , And every day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly . Oftentimes I pray'd Intense , that death would take me from the vale And all its burthens ; gasping with despair Of change , hour after ...
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