The Letters and Poems of John Keats ...Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... morning . The mother of Keats died in 1810 , while he was at school , and it is related of him that he hid him- self under the master's desk for several days and refused to be comforted . The children now came under the guardianship of ...
... morning . The mother of Keats died in 1810 , while he was at school , and it is related of him that he hid him- self under the master's desk for several days and refused to be comforted . The children now came under the guardianship of ...
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... morning from her orient chamber came , And her first footsteps touch'da verdant hill : Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame , Silvering the untainted gushes of its rill ; Which , pure from mossy beds , did down distil , And after ...
... morning from her orient chamber came , And her first footsteps touch'da verdant hill : Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame , Silvering the untainted gushes of its rill ; Which , pure from mossy beds , did down distil , And after ...
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... morning oft glisten'd . In this little dome , all those melodies strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change , Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die . So when I am ...
... morning oft glisten'd . In this little dome , all those melodies strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change , Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die . So when I am ...
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... morning frightens night ! Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow , O bright - eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile thy sweetness comforts borrow : Thy heaven - born radiance ...
... morning frightens night ! Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow , O bright - eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile thy sweetness comforts borrow : Thy heaven - born radiance ...
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... morning air : some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent ; And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , Wraps round her ample ...
... morning air : some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent ; And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , Wraps round her ample ...
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Apollo art thou beauty behold beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright brother Carian Charles Cowden Clarke cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Elysium Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy heart heaven honour immortal John Keats Keats's kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips listen Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty moon morning mortal mossy muse Naiad never night numbers o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill Ring-doves round Scylla seem'd sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit strange streams summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth