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Written on the day that Mr. Le… To a Friend who sent me some Roses How many bards gild the lapse… How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy,–I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; ’tis a pleasing chime. So the unnumber’d sounds that evening store; The songs of birds–the whisp’ring of the leaves– The voice of waters–the great bell that heaves With solemn sound,–and thousand others more, That distance of recognizance bereaves, Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar. Contents Written on the day that Mr. Le… To a Friend who sent me some Roses
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Written on the day that Mr. Le… To a Friend who sent me some Roses
How many bards gild the lapse… How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy,–I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; ’tis a pleasing chime. So the unnumber’d sounds that evening store; The songs of birds–the whisp’ring of the leaves– The voice of waters–the great bell that heaves With solemn sound,–and thousand others more, That distance of recognizance bereaves, Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
Contents Written on the day that Mr. Le… To a Friend who sent me some Roses
How many bards gild the lapse…
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy,–I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; ’tis a pleasing chime. So the unnumber’d sounds that evening store; The songs of birds–the whisp’ring of the leaves– The voice of waters–the great bell that heaves With solemn sound,–and thousand others more, That distance of recognizance bereaves, Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
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John Keats: How many bards gild the lapses of time!
- John Keats: How many bards gild the lapses of time!
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Did Birds Evolve from Dinosaurs?
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
Current Events This Week: January 2023
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Andersen’s Fairy Tales: Contents
The Celtic Twilight: A Teller of Tales
TrendingHere are the facts and trivia that people are buzzing about.
Did Birds Evolve from Dinosaurs?
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
Current Events This Week: January 2023
African Americans by the Numbers
Andersen’s Fairy Tales: Contents
The Celtic Twilight: A Teller of Tales
- Did Birds Evolve from Dinosaurs?
- The Twelve Dancing Princesses
- Current Events This Week: January 2023
- African Americans by the Numbers
- Andersen’s Fairy Tales: Contents
- The Celtic Twilight: A Teller of Tales
