The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... 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 was wont , Bow'd a fair greeting to these serpents ' whine ...
... 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 was wont , Bow'd a fair greeting to these serpents ' whine ...
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... hours ' absence ? but we'll gain Out of the amorous dark what day doth borrow . Good bye ! I'll soon be back . " - " Good bye ! " said she : And as he went she chanted merrily . XXVII . So the two brothers and their murder'd man Rode ...
... hours ' absence ? but we'll gain Out of the amorous dark what day doth borrow . Good bye ! I'll soon be back . " - " Good bye ! " said she : And as he went she chanted merrily . XXVII . So the two brothers and their murder'd man Rode ...
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... hour , and hung Upon the time with feverish unrest- Not long ; for soon into her heart a throng Of higher occupants , a richer zest , Came tragic ; passion not to be subdued , And sorrow for her love in travels rude . XXXII . In the mid ...
... hour , and hung Upon the time with feverish unrest- Not long ; for soon into her heart a throng Of higher occupants , a richer zest , Came tragic ; passion not to be subdued , And sorrow for her love in travels rude . XXXII . In the mid ...
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... hour is telling , Paining me through : those sounds grow strange to me , And thou art distant in Humanity . XL . " I ... hours and fruitless toil , We put our eyes into a pillowy cleft , And see the spangly gloom froth up and boil : It ...
... hour is telling , Paining me through : those sounds grow strange to me , And thou art distant in Humanity . XL . " I ... hours and fruitless toil , We put our eyes into a pillowy cleft , And see the spangly gloom froth up and boil : It ...
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... hours they labour'd at this travail sore ; At last they felt the kernel of the grave , And Isabella did not stamp and rave . XLIX . Ah ! wherefore all this wormy circumstance ? Why linger at the yawning tomb so long ? O for the ...
... hours they labour'd at this travail sore ; At last they felt the kernel of the grave , And Isabella did not stamp and rave . XLIX . Ah ! wherefore all this wormy circumstance ? Why linger at the yawning tomb so long ? O for the ...
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