The Poetical Works of John KeatsLittle, Brown,., 1865 - 361 стор. |
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... tell On a Dream ... " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone - I cry your mercy Keats's Last Sonnet . pity - love - ay , love THE LIFE OF KEATS . THERE are few poets whose CONTENTS .
... tell On a Dream ... " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone - I cry your mercy Keats's Last Sonnet . pity - love - ay , love THE LIFE OF KEATS . THERE are few poets whose CONTENTS .
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... tell us * Haydon tells the story differently , but we think Mr. Milnes's version the best . what the boy was , we will tell you what 10 THE LIFE OF KEATS .
... tell us * Haydon tells the story differently , but we think Mr. Milnes's version the best . what the boy was , we will tell you what 10 THE LIFE OF KEATS .
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John Keats. what the boy was , we will tell you what the man longs to be , however he may be repressed by ne- cessity or fear of the police reports . Mr. Milnes has failed to discover anything else especially worthy of record in the ...
John Keats. what the boy was , we will tell you what the man longs to be , however he may be repressed by ne- cessity or fear of the police reports . Mr. Milnes has failed to discover anything else especially worthy of record in the ...
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... tell you that I am not . She kept me awake one night , as a tune of Mozart's might do . I speak of the thing as a pastime and an amusement , than which I can feel none deeper than a conversation • • with an imperial woman , the very yes ...
... tell you that I am not . She kept me awake one night , as a tune of Mozart's might do . I speak of the thing as a pastime and an amusement , than which I can feel none deeper than a conversation • • with an imperial woman , the very yes ...
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... tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness ...
... tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness ...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats: With Memoir, Explanatory Notes, Etc John Keats Перегляд фрагмента - 1899 |
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Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds cold Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth