The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very ...
... deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very ...
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... deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal song , and sun - burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of the true , the blushful Hippocrene , With beaded bubbles winking at ...
... deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal song , and sun - burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South , Full of the true , the blushful Hippocrene , With beaded bubbles winking at ...
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... the still stream , Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : -do I wake or sleep ? L ON A GRECIAN URN . HOU still unravish'd bride of ΙΟ ODES .
... the still stream , Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : -do I wake or sleep ? L ON A GRECIAN URN . HOU still unravish'd bride of ΙΟ ODES .
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... deep in Phidian lore . II . How is it , Shadows ! that I knew ye not ? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask ? Was it a silent deep - disguised plot To steal away , and leave without a task My idle days ? Ripe was the drowsy hour ; The ...
... deep in Phidian lore . II . How is it , Shadows ! that I knew ye not ? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask ? Was it a silent deep - disguised plot To steal away , and leave without a task My idle days ? Ripe was the drowsy hour ; The ...
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... deep throat of sad Melpomene ! Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be Among the dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by ...
... deep throat of sad Melpomene ! Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go , And touch the strings into a mystery ; Sound mournfully upon the winds and low ; For simple Isabel is soon to be Among the dead : She withers , like a palm Cut by ...
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aching adieu Albert Auranthe beauty Bellanaine Bertha breath bright brow censer clouds cold Conrad Corinth CORNE CORNELL CORNELL dark death deep divine doth dream earth Emperor Enceladus Enter Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt eyes EZRA EZRA CORNELL face fair fair lady Farewell fear feet flowers Gersa Glocester gloom Goddess golden Gonfred hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour hush Hyperion Imaus JOHN KEATS Kaims lady Lamia LIBRARY CORNELL light lips look look'd lord Ludolph Lycius Mnemosyne moan moon morn mortal Naiad night noble o'er once Otho pain pale pass'd Phorcus poor Porphyro Prince Saturn seem'd shade Sigifred silent silver Sire sleep soft song sorrow soul Spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tongue touch'd trembling turn'd twas UNIV voice warm weep whisper wine wings words