The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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... couched side by side In deepest grass , 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 ...
... couched side by side In deepest grass , 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 ...
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... Martyrs in a fiery blaze , 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 .
... Martyrs in a fiery blaze , 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 , prythee , do not turn The current of your
heart from me so soon . O ! save , in charity , The quickest pulse for me . Save it ...
What stare outfaces now my silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish ' d at the
least ; Let , let , the amorous burn - But , prythee , do not turn The current of your
heart from me so soon . O ! save , in charity , The quickest pulse for me . Save it ...
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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 , From the deep ...
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 , From the deep ...
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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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