The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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... beneath the whispering roof Of leaves and trembled blossoms , where there ran A brooklet , scarce espied : ' Mid hush'd , cool - rooted flowers fragrant - eyed , Blue , silver - white , and budded Tyrian , They lay calm - breathing ...
... beneath the whispering roof Of leaves and trembled blossoms , where there ran A brooklet , scarce espied : ' Mid hush'd , cool - rooted flowers fragrant - eyed , Blue , silver - white , and budded Tyrian , They lay calm - breathing ...
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... Azure saints and 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 .
... Azure saints and 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 .
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What stare outfaces now my 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 . 0 ! save , in charity , The quickest pulse for ...
What stare outfaces now my 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 . 0 ! save , in charity , The quickest pulse for ...
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Spirits in grief , lift up your heads , and smile ; Lift up your heads , sweet Spirits , heavily , And make a pale light in your cypress glooms , Tinting with silver wan your marble tombs . LVI . Moan hither , all ye syllables of woe ...
Spirits in grief , lift up your heads , and smile ; Lift up your heads , sweet Spirits , heavily , And make a pale light in your cypress glooms , Tinting with silver wan your marble tombs . LVI . Moan hither , all ye syllables of woe ...
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But my own weak mortality , I bore The load of this eternal quietude , The unchanging gloom and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses , a whole moon ; For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the ...
But my own weak mortality , I bore The load of this eternal quietude , The unchanging gloom and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses , a whole moon ; For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the ...
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