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- 1816
- LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI: A BALLAD
- by John Keats
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- I.
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- O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
- Alone and palely loitering?
- The sedge has wither'd from the lake,
- And no birds sing.
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- II.
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- 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.
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- III.
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- I see a lilly on thy brow,
- With anguish moist and fever dew;
- And on thy cheeks a fading rose
- Fast withereth too.
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- IV.
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- I met a lady in the meads,
- Full beautiful- a faery's child,
- Her hair was long, her foot was light,
- And her eyes were wild.
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- V.
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- I made a garland for her head,
- And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
- She look'd at me as she did love,
- And made sweet moan.
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- VI.
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- 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.
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- VII.
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- She found me roots of relish sweet,
- And honey wild, and manna dew,
- And sure in language strange she said-
- "I love thee true."
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- VIII.
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- She took me to her elfin grot,
- And there she wept and sigh'd full sore,
- And there I shut her wild wild eyes
- With kisses four.
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- IX.
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- And there she lulled me asleep
- And there I dream'd- Ah! woe betide!
- The latest dream I ever dream'd
- On the cold hill side.
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- X.
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- 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!"
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- XI.
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- I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam,
- With horrid warning gaped wide,
- And I awoke and found me here,
- On the cold hill's side.
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- XII.
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- And this is why I sojourn here
- Alone and palely loitering,
- Though the sedge has wither'd from the lake,
- And no birds sing.
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- THE END
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