 We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper...  The Quarterly Review - Сторінка 2021818Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite. Haunt us till they become • cheering light Unto our mils, uid bound to us so fast, That, whether... | |
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...heaven, Then leave the naked brain : be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal — a new birth.'— p....glories infinite.' — p. 4>. ' So plenteously all weed-kidden roots/ — p. 6. ' Of some strange history, potent to send.' — p. 18. • Before the... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light 30 Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon or Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become won tempest-winged chariots of the Ocean, And Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fut, That, whether there... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
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...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 стор.
...feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, That, whether there... | |
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