The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon, 1847 - 260 oldal |
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14. oldal
... sorrow to persuade A yielding up , a cradling on her care . Her eloquence did breathe away the curse : She led him , like some midnight spirit nurse Of happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams ...
... sorrow to persuade A yielding up , a cradling on her care . Her eloquence did breathe away the curse : She led him , like some midnight spirit nurse Of happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams ...
16. oldal
... sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , And took a lute , from which there pulsing came A lively prelude , fashioning the way In which her voice should wander . More subtle - cadenced , more forest wild Than Dryope's lone lulling of her ...
... sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , And took a lute , from which there pulsing came A lively prelude , fashioning the way In which her voice should wander . More subtle - cadenced , more forest wild Than Dryope's lone lulling of her ...
27. oldal
... sorrow came upon me , heavier still , Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill : And a whole age of lingering moments crept Sluggishly by , ere more contentment swept Away at once the deadly yellow spleen . Yes , thrice have I this fair ...
... sorrow came upon me , heavier still , Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill : And a whole age of lingering moments crept Sluggishly by , ere more contentment swept Away at once the deadly yellow spleen . Yes , thrice have I this fair ...
28. oldal
... Sorrow , the way to death ; but patiently Bear up against it : so farewell , sad sigh ; And come instead demurest meditation , To occupy me wholly , and to fashion My pilgrimage for the world's dusky brink . No more will I count over ...
... Sorrow , the way to death ; but patiently Bear up against it : so farewell , sad sigh ; And come instead demurest meditation , To occupy me wholly , and to fashion My pilgrimage for the world's dusky brink . No more will I count over ...
30. oldal
... sorrows Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows ? Alas ! ' tis his old grief . For many days , Has he been wandering in uncertain ways : Through wilderness , and woods of mossed oaks ; Counting his woe - worn minutes , by the ...
... sorrows Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows ? Alas ! ' tis his old grief . For many days , Has he been wandering in uncertain ways : Through wilderness , and woods of mossed oaks ; Counting his woe - worn minutes , by the ...
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