John Keats

Poems by John Keats

49 printed pages
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  • b7932192132has quoted4 years ago
    heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
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    When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare
  • Alexandra Skitiovahas quoted2 years ago
    Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem, When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain?

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