作者：济慈
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“How manybards gild the lapses of time”by John KeatsHow many bards gild the lapses of time!A few of them have ever been the foodOf my delighted fancy——I could broodOver their beauties, earthy, or sublime;And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,These will in throngs before my mind intrude:But no confusion, no disturbance rudeDo they occasion; ‘tis a pleasing chime.So the unnumbered sounds that evening store:The songs of birds, the whispering of the leaves,The voice of waters, the great bell that heavesWith solemn sound, and thousand others moreThat distance of recognizance bereaves,Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
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