A Sonnet by John Keats:
O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-
Nature's observatory - whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavillioned, where the deer's swift leap
Starles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
when to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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4 comments:
Nothing like a pastoral. This would have made Vergil proud. ;)
Abso - I had originally intended to post 'Ode On A Grecian Urn' but it was too long.
That's my favorite Keats.
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I used to think it was ode To a grecian urn - only learned differently last night.
Until about a year ago I always thought Australia had another 'i'
after the second 'a'.
...that IS the way the "locals" pronounce it. I'm a "phonetic" speller, myself.
Speedy G - I love big words but am a lousy speller.
I have to google at least one word in every comment I make. :)
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