The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1865 - 349 Seiten |
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... pale , who wast so bland And merry in our meadows ? How is this ? Tell me thine ailment : tell me all amiss ! Ah ! thou hast been unhappy at the change Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm ...
... pale , who wast so bland And merry in our meadows ? How is this ? Tell me thine ailment : tell me all amiss ! Ah ! thou hast been unhappy at the change Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm ...
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... arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ! alone - alone— In sombre chariot ; dark foldings thrown About her majesty , and front death - pale , With turrets crown'd . Four maned lions hale The sluggish ENDYMION . 53.
... arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ! alone - alone— In sombre chariot ; dark foldings thrown About her majesty , and front death - pale , With turrets crown'd . Four maned lions hale The sluggish ENDYMION . 53.
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... pale For one whose cheek is pale : thou dost bewail His tears who weeps for thee ! Where dost thou sigh ? Ah ! surely that light peeps from Vesper's eye , Or , what a thing is love ! ' Tis She , but lo ! How changed , how full of ache ...
... pale For one whose cheek is pale : thou dost bewail His tears who weeps for thee ! Where dost thou sigh ? Ah ! surely that light peeps from Vesper's eye , Or , what a thing is love ! ' Tis She , but lo ! How changed , how full of ache ...
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... pale laugh , and curse . ' Ha ! ha ! Sir Dainty there must be a nurse Made of rose - leaves and thistle - down , express , To cradle thee , my sweet , and lull thee : yes , I am too flinty - hard for thy nice touch : My tenderest ...
... pale laugh , and curse . ' Ha ! ha ! Sir Dainty there must be a nurse Made of rose - leaves and thistle - down , express , To cradle thee , my sweet , and lull thee : yes , I am too flinty - hard for thy nice touch : My tenderest ...
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... ! did I sit Writhing with pity , and a cursing fit Against that hell - born Circe . The crew had gone , By one and one , to pale oblivion ; And I was gazing on the surges prone , With many a scalding tear , and many a groan ENDYMION . 85.
... ! did I sit Writhing with pity , and a cursing fit Against that hell - born Circe . The crew had gone , By one and one , to pale oblivion ; And I was gazing on the surges prone , With many a scalding tear , and many a groan ENDYMION . 85.
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