 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 oldal
...I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards' had sunk: Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light winged Dryad2 of the trees, ' Lethe-wards: towards Lethe, river... | |
 | Kelvin Everest - 2002 - 152 oldal
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 | Doug McMullen - 2002 - 214 oldal
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 | Duncan Wu - 2002 - 183 oldal
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 | Jonah Winter - 2002 - 90 oldal
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 | Michel Midan - 2002 - 313 oldal
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 | Christopher Ricks - 2002 - 345 oldal
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 | Robert Grilley - 2003 - 212 oldal
...hut, I dug out Keats, and flipped it open to "Nightingale." It didn't need a bookmark there anymore. 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. Awfully good when you've had a few. The next day de Jonckheere dropped by our hut and told Russell... | |
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MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,... 
