The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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WHY DID I LAUGH TO - NIGHT ? No VOICE WILL TELL : " . . . . 283 XIII . ON A
DREAM . . . . . . . 283 XIV . “ IF BY DULL RHYMES OUR ENGLISH MUST BE
CHAIN ' D " . . . . . . 284 xv . " THE DAY IS GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE
GONE !
WHY DID I LAUGH TO - NIGHT ? No VOICE WILL TELL : " . . . . 283 XIII . ON A
DREAM . . . . . . . 283 XIV . “ IF BY DULL RHYMES OUR ENGLISH MUST BE
CHAIN ' D " . . . . . . 284 xv . " THE DAY IS GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE
GONE !
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... Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , Nor altar heap ' d with
flowers ; Nor Virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No
voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ;
No ...
... Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , Nor altar heap ' d with
flowers ; Nor Virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No
voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ;
No ...
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No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was
heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self - same song that
found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth , when sick for home , She stood in ...
No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was
heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self - same song that
found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth , when sick for home , She stood in ...
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... not a joy , – At least for me , - so sweet as drowsy noons , And evenings steep '
d in honied indolence ; O , for an age so shelter ' d from annoy , That I may never
know how change the moons , Or hear the voice of busy common sense ! v .
... not a joy , – At least for me , - so sweet as drowsy noons , And evenings steep '
d in honied indolence ; O , for an age so shelter ' d from annoy , That I may never
know how change the moons , Or hear the voice of busy common sense ! v .
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With every morn their love grew tenderer , With every eve deeper and tenderer
still ; He might not in house , field , or garden stir , But her full shape would all his
seeing fill ; And his continual voice was pleasanter To her , than noise of trees or
...
With every morn their love grew tenderer , With every eve deeper and tenderer
still ; He might not in house , field , or garden stir , But her full shape would all his
seeing fill ; And his continual voice was pleasanter To her , than noise of trees or
...
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