 That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me; That man is more than half of nature's treasure. Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which...  Poems: Vol. I. - Page 1by Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 157 pagesFull view - About this book
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...of every gracious emotion. The poet well knew the value of a human soul : Thnt man is more than Imlf of nature's treasure, Of that fair beauty which no...see. Of that sweet music which no ear can measure. About two years before the death of Keats the one great event of his life began — his love affair.... | |
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