 I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. 'Come then, Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast: I thought to leave thee, And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. 'There is not one, No, no,...  Endymion, a Poetic Romance - Page 173by John Keats - 1818 - 242 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Keats - 1916 - 150 pages
...clime : 130 Alas, 'tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own...nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee There is not one, 140 No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother,... | |
 | Sidney Colvin - 1917 - 662 pages
...returning to the opening motive, ends as it began with an exquisite strain of lovelorn pathos: — Come then, sorrow ! Sweetest sorrow ! Like an own...to comfort a poor lonely maid; Thou art her mother And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade. An intensely vital imaginative feeling,... | |
 | John Keats - Poets, English - 1917 - 584 pages
...I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. "Come then, Sorrow! Sweetest Sorrow ! 280 Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought...comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and lur wooer in the shade." 290 O what a sigh she gave in finishing,... | |
 | John Keats - 1917 - 380 pages
...Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. "Come then, Sorrow! Sweetest Sorrow! t8o And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. "There is not one, 285 No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1918 - 1116 pages
...clime; Alas ! 'tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. Come then. Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe...nurse thee on my breast: I thought to leave thee, Aad decme thee. But no\v of all the world I lore thee best. There is no: one, No, ao, not one But thee... | |
 | Ignace Jan Paderewski - Composers - 1918 - 346 pages
...valley, To scare thee, Melancholy ! Into these regions came I, following him, Sick-hearted, weary. . . . Come then, Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast 1 thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best It would hardly... | |
 | John Keats - 1921 - 230 pages
...search of pleasure throughout every clime : Alas ! 'tis not for me : Bewitch'd I sure must be, 136 iii Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own...breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, j But now of all the world I love thee best. There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort... | |
 | Robert Bridges - English literature - 1923 - 372 pages
...to ask me why I wept — And so I kept Brimming the water-lily cups with tears Cold as my fears. . . Come then, Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast ; Sorrow I thought to leave thee, And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. There... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - English poetry - 1924 - 486 pages
...then. Sorrow! Sweetest Sorrow I Like an own babe I nurse thae on my breast : I thought to leave thea And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love...comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her \vo<xr in the shade." THE FEAST OK DIAN WHO, who from Dian's... | |
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