The Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts, Bände 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... mortal , immortal ; to shake Ambition from their memories , and brim Their measure of content ; what merest whim , Seems all this poor endeavor after fame , To one , who keeps within his steadfast aim A love immortal , an immortal too ...
... mortal , immortal ; to shake Ambition from their memories , and brim Their measure of content ; what merest whim , Seems all this poor endeavor after fame , To one , who keeps within his steadfast aim A love immortal , an immortal too ...
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... mortal , whither do I roam ! ' 6 Said I , low voiced : Ah , whither ! ' Tis the grot Of Proserpine , when Hell , obscure and hot , Doth her resign : and where her tender hands She dabbles on the cool and sluicy sands : Or ' t is the ...
... mortal , whither do I roam ! ' 6 Said I , low voiced : Ah , whither ! ' Tis the grot Of Proserpine , when Hell , obscure and hot , Doth her resign : and where her tender hands She dabbles on the cool and sluicy sands : Or ' t is the ...
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... mortal men , Saving , perhaps , some snow - light cadences Melting to silence , when upon the breeze Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweet , To cheer itself to Delphi . Still his feet Went swift beneath the merry - winged guide ...
... mortal men , Saving , perhaps , some snow - light cadences Melting to silence , when upon the breeze Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweet , To cheer itself to Delphi . Still his feet Went swift beneath the merry - winged guide ...
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... mortal steps , before thou canst be ta'en From every wasting sigh , from every pain , Into the gentle bosom of thy love . Why it is thus , one knows in heaven above : But , a poor Naiad , I guess not . Farewell ! I have a ditty for my ...
... mortal steps , before thou canst be ta'en From every wasting sigh , from every pain , Into the gentle bosom of thy love . Why it is thus , one knows in heaven above : But , a poor Naiad , I guess not . Farewell ! I have a ditty for my ...
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... mortal , sounds its pleasant name ! Within my breast there lives a choking flame— O let me cool it among the zephyr - boughs ! A homeward fever parches up my tongue— O let me slake it at the running springs ! Upon my ear a noisy nothing ...
... mortal , sounds its pleasant name ! Within my breast there lives a choking flame— O let me cool it among the zephyr - boughs ! A homeward fever parches up my tongue— O let me slake it at the running springs ! Upon my ear a noisy nothing ...
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