 Of mortals each to each, against the blooms Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the tombs Of heroes gone! Against his proper glory Has my own soul conspired: so my story Will I to children utter, and repent. There never liv'da mortal man, who bent His appetite...  Scribner's Magazine - Stran 199uredili: - 1916Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | John Keats - 1818 - 232 strani
...conspired : so my story Will I to children utter, and repent. There never liv'da mortal man, who bent 650 His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starv'd...thou redeemed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewel ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 strani
...repent. There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverna lone, farewell ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 strani
...repent There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel,...thou redeemed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewell ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 strani
...repent. There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel,...thou redeemed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewell ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 strani
...repent. There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel,...thou redeemed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewell ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 strani
...a mortaj man, who bent BOOK iv.] ENDYMION. 123 His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel,...thou redeemed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewell ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 strani
...repent. There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel, for thou redeemed hast Л1у life from too ihin breathing: gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewell! And... | |
 | 1850 - 608 strani
...he bids it a melancholy farewell, and elects his Indian damsel sole sovereign of his affections : " My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel ; for...thou redeemed hast My life from, too, thin breathing; gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverus lone, farewell ! And air of visious, and the moustrous... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 strani
...repent. There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel, for thou redemeed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Caverns lone, farewell... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 370 strani
...repent. There never lived a mortal man, who bent His appetite beyond his natural sphere, But starved and died. My sweetest Indian, here, Here will I kneel,...thou redeemed hast My life from too thin breathing : gone and past Are cloudy phantasms. Cavernslone, farewell ! And air of visions, and the monstrous... | |
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