| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | John Keats. (17951821) (continued) |
| | | 5921 | Musics golden tongue Flatterd to tears this aged man and poor. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3. |
| 5922 | | The silver snarling trumpets gan to chide. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 4. |
| 5923 | | Asleep in lap of legends old. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 15. |
| 5924 | Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 16. |
| 5925 | | A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 18. |
| 5926 | | As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27. |
| 5927 | | And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 30. |
| 5928 | He playd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence calld La belle dame sans mercy. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 33. |
| 5929 | | That large utterance of the early gods! |
| Hyperion. Book i. |
| 5930 | Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. |
| Hyperion. Book i. |
| 5931 | | The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. |
| Hyperion. Book ii. |
| 5932 | Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth. |
| Ode to a Nightingale. |
| 5933 | The self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charmd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. |
| Ode to a Nightingale. |
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