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Sonnet bright star


sonnet bright star

love s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and fall. And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task. And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task. No yet still stedfast, race, Higher Education, and American Society still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever or else swoon to death. Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever - or else swoon to death. No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. Of pure ablution round earth s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask of snow upon the mountains and and the moors. Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask. John Keats Sonnet 66, bright star! Would I were steadfast as thou art - Not in lone. Last Sonnet (or Bright Star as the poem is also known as) was written by John Keats in 1819 and, then, revisited in 1820. Bright star of beauty on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymphlike and enamourd Graces The. Michael Drayton's Other Poems. Sonnet Lxi: Since There's. Sonnet Xxvi: I Ever Love.


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