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Written On A Summer Evening

Rating: 3.1
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion -that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
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Prabir Gayen 21 December 2018
Extremely romantic poem with extraordinary skill and rhythm... Beautifully executed.. Silence deep
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Andrea Hunt 24 July 2018
This is such a lovely poem and I commend you for including it on the PoemHunter.com website. BUT poetry loses all its charm and potency when 'spoken' by an automaton - wholly without feeling and without any idea as to the importance of UNDERSTANDING how Keats's lines should flow from one to the other. PLEASE keep the written poems on your website, but equally, please disconnect the monotone robotic voice.
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* Sunprincess * 28 June 2014
.............truly wish I could write a poem like this one.....
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* Sunprincess * 07 June 2014
............an outstanding poem written on a summer evening....enjoyed..
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Keith Sifelani 07 June 2014
Read this poem 24/7 and always thought of a morning prayer.
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Kevin Patrick 07 June 2013
The miraculous power of nature can install a spiritual guidance and temperance that a musty old crumbling building with archaic and informal rituals of destitution can never achieve the potent power of real belief. Enjoy the air not the sermon, great poem from Mr. Keats
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David Wood 07 June 2013
A brilliant poem from Britain's best poet.
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Deci Hernandez 07 June 2012
i have patience with this poem because there was a time when i also was not a believer in the round but now.
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