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id: 23684
title: Keats: Poems Published in 1820
author: Keats, John
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  Introduction and Notes are _The Poems of John Keats_ with an one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic Where she doth breathe!" "Bright planet, thou hast said," And, like new flowers at morning song of bees, Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou shouldst fade Happy in beauty, life, and love, and every thing, Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love''s eye! Lorenzo, if thy lips breathe not love''s tune."-30 The music, yearning like a God in pain, Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Saving of thy sweet self; if thou think''st well While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!


id: 2490
title: Lamia
author: Keats, John
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  "Thou smooth-lipp''d serpent, surely high inspired! Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes, Where she doth breathe!" "Bright planet, thou hast said," Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet; By the love-glances of unlovely eyes, I love a youth of Corinth--O the bliss! And thou shalt see thy sweet nymph even now." Sweet days a lovely graduate, still unshent, His mind wrapp''d like his mantle, while her eyes Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou shouldst fade Thou art a scholar, Lycius, and must know Swoon''d, murmuring of love, and pale with pain. That Lycius could not love in half a fright, "I''m wearied," said fair Lamia: "tell me who Yourself from his quick eyes?" Lycius replied, "Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth, "I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one; Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest Know''st thou that man?" Poor Lamia answer''d not.


id: 8209
title: Poems 1817
author: Keats, John
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  Round which is heard a spring-head of clear waters How silent comes the water round that bend; That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away, O Maker of sweet poets, dear delight Queen of the wide air; thou most lovely queen Tell but one wonder of thy bridal night! And turned to smile upon thy bashful eyes, Athwart the morning air: some lady sweet, Like those fair stars that twinkle in the heavens. And come like a clear sun-rise to my mind; The morn, the eve, the light, the shade, the flowers: But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair; Like a sweet nun in holy-day attire? That my soft verse will charm thy daughters fair, ''Tis very sweet to look into the fair Tipt round with silver from the sun''s bright eyes. His eyes from her sweet face.


id: 35698
title: Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends
author: Keats, John
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  other members of the poet''s circle enjoyed unusual length of days--Mr. William Dilke, for instance, dying a few years ago at ninety, and Mr. Gleig, long Chaplain-General of the Forces, at ninety-two. Endymion, which I hope I shall have got some way with by the time you However in a few Letters I hope I shall be able to come letter gave me a great pleasure, for I think the invalid is in a better hope that, when a little time, a few years, shall have tried me more fully My dear Reynolds--I have parcelled out this day for Letter Writing--more My dear Brothers--When once a man delays a letter beyond the proper time, Mrs. Burns lives in this place; most likely we shall see her It looks so much like rain I shall not go to town to-day: but put it off know about them--Your Letter shall be answered like an echo.


