Glory and loveliness have pass’d away.
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by John Keats, London, New York, 1897.
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Lines on the Mermaid Tavern.
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by John Keats, London, New York, 1897.
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Mother of Hermes! And still youthful Maia!
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by John Keats, London, New York, 1897.
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Thou art an enchantress too,
And wilt surely never spill
Blood of those whose eyes can kill.
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by John Keats, London, New York, 1897.
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… And make them happy in some happy plains.
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by John Keats, London, New York, 1897.
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…They pelt each other on the crown
With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown.
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by John Keats, London, New York, 1897.
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George Wharton Edwards (1859-1950), title page from Bird gods, by Charles De Kay, New York, 1898.
(This one’s for liquidnight)
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I swear by the swan.
George Wharton Edwards (1859-1950), from Bird gods, by Charles De Kay, New York, 1898.
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