The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
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He from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd With jellies soother thank the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon Mama and dates, in argosy transferrd From Fez and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedard Lebanon.John Keats
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan.
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Still wandering in the bands
Of love?
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My sweetest Indian, here,
Here will I kneel, for thou redeemed hast
My life from too thin breathing: gone and past
Are cloudy phantasms.
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O that I could not doubt?
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Seasons 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-eves run To bend with apples the mossd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has oer-brimmd their clammy cells.
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