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I have , for the most part , dashed off my lines in a hurry ; this one I have done leisurely ; I think it reads the more richly for it , and it will , I hope , encourage me to write other things in cven a more peaceable and healthy ...
I have , for the most part , dashed off my lines in a hurry ; this one I have done leisurely ; I think it reads the more richly for it , and it will , I hope , encourage me to write other things in cven a more peaceable and healthy ...
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... And Bertha had not yet half done A curious volume , patch'd and torn , That all day long , from earliest morn , Had taken captive her two eyes , Among its golden broideries ; Perplex'd her with a thousand things ,The stars of Heaven ...
... And Bertha had not yet half done A curious volume , patch'd and torn , That all day long , from earliest morn , Had taken captive her two eyes , Among its golden broideries ; Perplex'd her with a thousand things ,The stars of Heaven ...
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O say , love , say , What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty ? When every fair one that I saw was fair Enough to catch me in but half a snare , Not keep me there : When , howe'er poor or particolour'd things , My muse TO ...
O say , love , say , What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty ? When every fair one that I saw was fair Enough to catch me in but half a snare , Not keep me there : When , howe'er poor or particolour'd things , My muse TO ...
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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 ...
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 ...
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And she had died in drowsy ignorance , But for a thing more deadly dark than all ; It came like a fierce potion , drunk by chance , Which saves a sick man from the feather'd pall For some few gasping moments ; like a lance , Waking an ...
And she had died in drowsy ignorance , But for a thing more deadly dark than all ; It came like a fierce potion , drunk by chance , Which saves a sick man from the feather'd pall For some few gasping moments ; like a lance , Waking an ...
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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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