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Há 3 dias · Sonnet to a Cat by John Keats. Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand cliacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? — How many tit bits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears — but pr'ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me — and upraise Thy gentle mew — and tell me all thy frays Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Há 1 dia · Ode To A Nightingale. 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 ,-. That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees.
Há 2 dias · They surely do; Of all beyond itself. Thou dost bedew. The pleasant sunrise. Green isles hast thou too, And to the sea as happily dost haste. Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert fills our seeing's inward span:
Há 4 dias · I love your hills, and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; But O, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating! I'll put your basket all safe in a nook, Your shawl I'll hang up on this willow, And we will sigh in the daisy's eye, And kiss on a grass - green pillow. John Keats.
Há 3 dias · There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear. Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously. Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves. To ruminate, and by such dreaming high. Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves. His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings.
Há 4 dias · The flawless, thrilling, lofty poem was written out in fair copy by the time Clarke came down to breakfast later that morning. Keats' annus mirabilis was in fact his penultimate, but also ran from Autumn to Autumn - in his case September 1818 to September 1819. In this time he wrote The Eve of St Agnes, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Lamia, Hyperion.
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