O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim... Works - Sivu 252tekijä(t) Leigh Hunt - 1859Koko teos
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...distance, bringing its desirous echoes to this dream of a painless finale slipping from fever to ferns: Fade far away, dissolve and quite forget What thou...never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret... To cease upon the midnight with no pain. . . .4? A la morte teases us between life and death just as...