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John Keats

  • swapnaneel03has quoted8 days ago
    That in these days your praises should be sung
    On many harps, which he has lately strung;
    And when again your dewiness he kisses,
    Tell him, I have you in my world of blisses:
    So haply when I rove in some far vale,
    His mighty voice may come upon the gale
  • swapnaneel03has quoted8 days ago
    How she would start, and blush, thus to be caught
    Playing in all her innocence of thought.
    O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,
    Watch her half-smiling lips, and downward look;
    O let me for one moment touch her wrist;
    Let me one moment to her breathing list;
    And as she leaves me may she often turn
    Her fair eyes looking through her locks aubùrne.
  • swapnaneel03has quoted8 days ago
    Thee must I praise above all other glories
    That smile us on to tell delightful stories.
    For what has made the sage or poet write
    But the fair paradise of Nature's light?
    In the calm grandeur of a sober line,
    We see the waving of the mountain pine;
    And when a tale is beautifully staid,
    We feel the safety of a hawthorn glade
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