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John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow, “
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I set her on my pacing steed, （
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
I made a garland for her head, “
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
She found me roots of relish sweet, “
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot,”
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep, “
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!
.00]The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too, “
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, “
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here, “
lone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
La Belle Dame sans Merci
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow, “
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I set her on my pacing steed, （
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
I made a garland for her head, “
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
She found me roots of relish sweet, “
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot,”
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep, “
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!
.00]The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too, “
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, “
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here, “
lone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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[00:10.00]La Belle Dame sans Merci [00:05.00]John Keats [00:28.00]O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “ [00:31.00]Alone and palely loitering? [00:37.00]The sedge has withered from the lake, [00:43.00]And no birds sing. [00:50.00]O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “ [00:56.00]So haggard and so woe-begone? [00:59.40]The squirrel’s granary is full, [01:03.00]And the harvest’s done. [01:14.00]I see a lily on thy brow, “ [01:17.00]With anguish moist and fever-dew, [01:22.00]And on thy cheeks a fading rose [01:24.00]Fast withereth too. [01:35.00]I met a lady in the meads, [01:40.00]Full beautiful, a fairy’s child; [01:45.00]Her hair was long, her foot was light, [01:51.00]And her eyes were wild. [02:00.00]I set her on my pacing steed, （ [02:05.00]And nothing else saw all day long, [02:10.00]For sidelong would she bend, and sing [02:13.00]A faery’s song. [02:23.00]I made a garland for her head, “ [02:28.00]And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; [02:33.00]She looked at me as she did love, [02:40.00]And made sweet moan [02:47.00]She found me roots of relish sweet, “ [02:52.00]And honey wild, and manna-dew, [02:57.00]And sure in language strange she said— [03:01.00]‘I love thee true’. [03:16.00]She took me to her Elfin grot,” [03:23.00]And there she wept and sighed full sore, [03:27.00]And there I shut her wild, wild eyes [03:31.00]With kisses four. [03:40.00]And there she lulled me asleep, “ [03:45.00]And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide! [03:50.00].00]The latest dream I ever dreamt [03:58.00]On the cold hill side. [04:21.00]I saw pale kings and princes too, “ [04:26.00]Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; [04:32.00]They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci [04:37.00]Hath thee in thrall!’ [04:43.00]I saw their starved lips in the gloam, “ [04:49.00]With horrid warning gaped wide, [04:53.00]And I awoke and found me here, [05:00.02]On the cold hill’s side. [05:04.00]And this is why I sojourn here, “ [05:23.00]lone and palely loitering, [05:26.00]Though the sedge is withered from the lake, [05:33.00]And no birds sing.
