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In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity. - Stanzas [Fir] But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? - Stanzas--In Drear Nighted December [Joy] St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold. - The Eve of St. Agnes [Owls] St. Agnes's Eve--Ah, bitter chill is was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold. - The Eve of St. Agnes [Books (First Lines)] Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow. - The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 16) [Thought] Ere music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor. - The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 3) [Music] And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. - The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 30) [Eating] He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci." - The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 33), "La Belle Dame, sans Merci" is a poem written by Alain Chartier [Songs] The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. - The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 4) [Music] I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer. - To a Friend who Sent some Roses [Musk Roses] Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep? - To a Nightingale [Nightingales] Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown. - To a Nightingale [Nightingales] Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. - To Autumn [Autumn : Books (First Lines)] E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. - To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent [Tears] Displaying page 5 of 5 for this author: << Prev 1 2 3 4 [5]
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