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How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!

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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 unnumbered sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds—the whispering of the leaves—
The voice of waters—the great bell that heaves
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Fergus Webster 22 October 2019
Love this early(?) Keats. Not sure about: “That distance of recognisance bereaves...”.
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Judge 27 June 2018
John Keats you are great
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Anas Affan 22 September 2016
wonderful thought superb written
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Anas Affan 22 September 2016
wonderful thought.........superb written
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