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GODDESS ! hear these tuneless numbers , wrung By sweet enforcement and
remembrance dear , And pardon that thy secrets should be sung , Even into thine
own soft - couched ear : Surely I dreamt to - day , or did I see The winged Psyche
...
GODDESS ! hear these tuneless numbers , wrung By sweet enforcement and
remembrance dear , And pardon that thy secrets should be sung , Even into thine
own soft - couched ear : Surely I dreamt to - day , or did I see The winged Psyche
...
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... no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove ,
no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth ' d prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too
late for antique vows , Too , too late for the fond believing lyre , When holy were ...
... no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove ,
no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth ' d prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too
late for antique vows , Too , too late for the fond believing lyre , When holy were ...
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... the core ; To swell the gourd , and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ;
to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think
warm days will never cease , For Summer has o ' er - brimm ' d their clammy cells
.
... the core ; To swell the gourd , and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ;
to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think
warm days will never cease , For Summer has o ' er - brimm ' d their clammy cells
.
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet , Nor what soft incense hangs upon the
boughs , But , in embalmed darkness , guess each sweet Wherewith the
seasonable month endows The grass , the thicket , and the fruit - tree wild ; White
...
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet , Nor what soft incense hangs upon the
boughs , But , in embalmed darkness , guess each sweet Wherewith the
seasonable month endows The grass , the thicket , and the fruit - tree wild ; White
...
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Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft
pipes , play on ; Not to the sensual ear , but , more endear ' d , Pipe to the spirit
ditties of no tone : Fair youth , beneath the trees , thou canst not leave Thy song ,
nor ...
Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft
pipes , play on ; Not to the sensual ear , but , more endear ' d , Pipe to the spirit
ditties of no tone : Fair youth , beneath the trees , thou canst not leave Thy song ,
nor ...
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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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