...Rome in the Nineteenth Century, vol. iii, p. 135. Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment Varsities Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as...warmly burn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and bear their singing, And float with them about the summer waters'. Mr. Keats was, in the truest sense...

...are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent ; Yet, do I sometimes feel a lauguishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon...whitest arms in silence clinging ; Yet do I often warmly turn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, And float with them about the summer...

...To feel no other breezes thau are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent ; Vet do I sometimes feel a languishment, For skies Italian, and an inward groan, To get upon an Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worldling meant. Happy is England ! sweet...

...To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...whitest arms in silence clinging : Yet do I often warmly hurn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, And float with them ahout the summer...

...are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishmeut For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon...whitest arms in silence clinging : Yet do I often warmly hurn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, And float with them about the summer...

...To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romanees blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...simple loveliness for me, Enough their whitest arms in silenee clinging : Yet do I often warmly burn to see Beauties of deeper glanee, and hear their singing....

...To feel no other hreezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...whitest arms in silence clinging : Yet do I often warmly bum to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, And float with them about the summer...

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...To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent ; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...silence clinging : Yet do I often warmly burn to see THE HUMAN SEASONS. FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year ; There are four seasons iu the mind of...

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