The Poetical Works of John KeatsKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1888 - 349 Seiten |
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... pains severe and many ; Then , loveliest ! keep me free From torturing jealousy . I have put a colon at “ home , " a semi - colon at " many , " and changed " his " in the sixth line of the stanza to “ has . ” Over and above these ...
... pains severe and many ; Then , loveliest ! keep me free From torturing jealousy . I have put a colon at “ home , " a semi - colon at " many , " and changed " his " in the sixth line of the stanza to “ has . ” Over and above these ...
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... pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? In some delicious ramble , he had found A little space , with boughs all woven round And in the midst of all , a clearer pool Than e'er ...
... pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? In some delicious ramble , he had found A little space , with boughs all woven round And in the midst of all , a clearer pool Than e'er ...
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... pain . This canopy mark : ' tis the work of a fay ; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish , When lovely Titania was far , far away , And cruelly left him to sorrow and anguish . There , oft would he bring from his soft sighing ...
... pain . This canopy mark : ' tis the work of a fay ; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish , When lovely Titania was far , far away , And cruelly left him to sorrow and anguish . There , oft would he bring from his soft sighing ...
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... eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow : Thy heaven - born radiance around me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head ! Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain , From cruel TO HOPE.
... eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow : Thy heaven - born radiance around me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head ! Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain , From cruel TO HOPE.
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John Keats William T. Arnold. Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain , From cruel parents , or relentless fair ; O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed ...
John Keats William T. Arnold. Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain , From cruel parents , or relentless fair ; O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed ...
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