The Letters and Poems of John Keats ...Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... round , on which dull Time Feeds , like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime , Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory , doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and ...
... round , on which dull Time Feeds , like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime , Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory , doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and ...
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... round its marge reflected woven bowers , And , in its middle space , a sky that never lowers . There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright , Vying with fish of brilliant dye below ; Whose silken fins ' and golden scales ' light Cast ...
... round its marge reflected woven bowers , And , in its middle space , a sky that never lowers . There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright , Vying with fish of brilliant dye below ; Whose silken fins ' and golden scales ' light Cast ...
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... Round the patient year , Where where slept thine ire , When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath , Thy laurel , thy glory , The light of thy story , Or was I a worm - too low creeping for death ? O Delphic Apollo ! VOL . II . 2 The ...
... Round the patient year , Where where slept thine ire , When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath , Thy laurel , thy glory , The light of thy story , Or was I a worm - too low creeping for death ? O Delphic Apollo ! VOL . II . 2 The ...
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... round his brow , And grin and look proudly ,. And blaspheme so loudly , And live for that honour , to stoop to thee now ? O Delphic Apollo ! W TO HOPE . HEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ...
... round his brow , And grin and look proudly ,. And blaspheme so loudly , And live for that honour , to stoop to thee now ? O Delphic Apollo ! W TO HOPE . HEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ...
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... round me shed , Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head . February , 1815 . H ΤΟ ADST thou lived in days of old , O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance , And thy humid eyes , that dance In the midst of their own ...
... round me shed , Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head . February , 1815 . H ΤΟ ADST thou lived in days of old , O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance , And thy humid eyes , that dance In the midst of their own ...
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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