The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... cold is in the skies . XXIV . " To - day we purpose , ay , this hour we mount To spur three leagues towards the Apennine ; Come down , we pray thee , ere the hot sun count His dewy rosary on the eglantine . " Lorenzo , courteously as he ...
... cold is in the skies . XXIV . " To - day we purpose , ay , this hour we mount To spur three leagues towards the Apennine ; Come down , we pray thee , ere the hot sun count His dewy rosary on the eglantine . " Lorenzo , courteously as he ...
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... , and wept : the forest tomb Had marr'd his glossy hair which once could shoot Lustre into the sun , and put cold doom Upon his lips , and taken the soft lute From his lorn voice , and past his loamed ears ISABELLA . 35.
... , and wept : the forest tomb Had marr'd his glossy hair which once could shoot Lustre into the sun , and put cold doom Upon his lips , and taken the soft lute From his lorn voice , and past his loamed ears ISABELLA . 35.
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... and low moan'd . ' Twas love ; cold , —dead indeed , but not dethroned . LI . In anxious secrecy they took it home , And then the prize was all for Isabel : She calm'd its wild hair with a golden comb , 40 ISABELLA .
... and low moan'd . ' Twas love ; cold , —dead indeed , but not dethroned . LI . In anxious secrecy they took it home , And then the prize was all for Isabel : She calm'd its wild hair with a golden comb , 40 ISABELLA .
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... cold serpent - pipe refreshfully , — She wrapp'd it up ; and for its tomb did choose A garden - pot , wherein she laid it by , And cover'd it with mould , and o'er it set Sweet Basil , which her tears kept ever wet . LIII . and sun ...
... cold serpent - pipe refreshfully , — She wrapp'd it up ; and for its tomb did choose A garden - pot , wherein she laid it by , And cover'd it with mould , and o'er it set Sweet Basil , which her tears kept ever wet . LIII . and sun ...
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... cold . The sands of thy short life are spent this hour , And no hand in the universe can turn Thy hourglass , if these gummed leaves be burnt . Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps . " I heard , I look'd : two senses both at 48 ...
... cold . The sands of thy short life are spent this hour , And no hand in the universe can turn Thy hourglass , if these gummed leaves be burnt . Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps . " I heard , I look'd : two senses both at 48 ...
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