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Tú, todavía virgen esposa de la calma, / criatura nutrida de silencio y de tiempo, …
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I / Estación de la bruma y la dulce abundancia, …
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Bards of Passion and of Mirth, / Ye have left your souls on earth! …
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Answer to a Sonnet Ending Thus— / “Dark eyes are dearer far …
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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, …
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Csitt, csitt! Csöndbe tipegj, kedvesem az éjben! / Alszik az egész ház, de leselkedik rád, …
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Ever let the Fancy roam, / Pleasure never is at home: …
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Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! / May I sing to thee …
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Tienen los locos sueños donde traman / elíseos de una secta. Y el salvaje …
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I / La veille de la Sainte-Agnès, ah ! comme le froid était âpre ! …
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'o WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, / Alone and palely loitering? …
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Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art— / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, …
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You say you love; but with a voice / Chaster than a nun's, who singeth …
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Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, / Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, …
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No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist / Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; …
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains / My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, …
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O GODDESS! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung / By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, …
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Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, / And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; …
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o SORROW! / Why dost borrow …
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In a drear-nighted December, / Too happy, happy tree, …
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Saint Agnes’ EVE,—ah, bitter chill it was! / The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; …
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The Poetry of earth is never dead; / When all the birds are faint with the hot sun …
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; …
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Great spirits now on earth are sojourning: / He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, …
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O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight! / Shutting with careful fingers and benign …
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When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, …
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Estrella brillante, quien fuera tan constante como tu / no en solitario esplendor colgada arriba en la noche …
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From “Endymion,” Book I. / A THING of beauty is a joy forever: …