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...; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent; Yet do 1 sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...meant Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters ; Yet do I often warmly burn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, Enough their...

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...own, To feel no other breezes than are blown Thro' its tall woods, with high romances blent; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...whitest arms in silence clinging; Yet do I often warmly turn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, And float with them about the sunny...

...admiration to our own beautiful and diversified little island, he had nevertheless felt a languishrnent " For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne." The plan he laid down for two months' journeyings comprised fully 3,300 miles, of which nearly one-half...

...To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent ; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and...Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worlding meant. KEATS. Sonnets. I TRAVELL'D among unknown men In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England...