...lips I slept, % Dreaming like n love-adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds ho clothed me in a robe of woven gold And bade me thrive...thriven, you see. You, my lord Giacomo, Lndy Lucretia, lake-reded«! sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see. what things they be ;...

...poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor fmds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses...the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see, what things they bo ; But from these create he ean Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality ! One of...

...sorrow. FOURTH SPIRIT. On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the ai rial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will wateh from dawn to gloom The lake-refleeted...

...Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, Hut feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thoughts' wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The...the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be ; Hut from these, create he can Forms more renl than real man, — Nurslings of immortality." SHELLEY....

...Supportress of the faery roof, made moan Throughout, as fearing the whole charm might fade. KBATB. ' Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses. But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernessei. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the...

...Supportress of the faery roof, made moan Throughout, as fearing the whole charm might fade. KB ATS. ' Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thoughts' wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees...

...made moan . ' Throughout, as fearing the whole charm might fade." — KEATS " Nor seeks nor finds ho mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thoughts' wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees...

...sorrow. FOURTH SPIRIT. On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds...on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildern He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,...

...Dreaming like a love-adept ln the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, Bot feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He irill watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The ye How bees in the ivv-bloom, Nor...

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