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Title: The eve of St. Agnes
Year: 1885 (1880s)
Authors: Keats, John, 1795-1821 Estes & Lauriat, publisher Garrett, Edmund Henry, 1853-1929, ill
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Publisher: (Boston) : Estes & Lauriat
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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lted, as the roseBlendeth its odor with the violet, —Solution sweet. Meantime the frost-wind blowsLike Loves alarum, pattering the sharp sleetAgainst the window-panes: St. Agnes moon hath set. XXXVII.Tis dark; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet:This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline! Tis dark; the iced gusts still rave and beat: No dream, alas ! alas ! and woe is mine !Porph)-ro will leave me here to fade and pine.Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring?I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine,Though thou forsakest a deceived thing, —A dove forlorn and lost, with sick unpruned wing. XXXVIII. My Madeline ! sweet dreamer ! lovely bride Say, may I be for aye thy vassal blest,Thy beautys shield, heart-shaped and vermeil dyed?Ah, silver shrine, here will I take my restAfter so many hours of toil and quest,A famishd pilgrim, — saved by miracle.Though I have found, I will not rob thy nestSaving of thy sweet self; if thou thinkst wellTo trust, fair Madeline, to no rude infidel.
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XXXIX. Hark! t is an elfin storm from faery land.Of haggard seeming, but a boon indeed.Arise — arise! the morning is at hand;The bloated wassailers will ne\-er heed.Let us away, my love, with happy speed;There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, —Drownd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead;Awake ! arise ! my lo\e, and fearless be,For oer the Southern moors I have a honie for thee. XL.She hurried at his words, beset with fears,For there were sleeping dragons all around,At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears.Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found,—In all the house was heard no human sound.A chain-droopd lamp was flickering by each door;The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound,Flutterd in the besieging winds uproar.And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.

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