...ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell, To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the Fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy...

...ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. gs of human nature. I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose 1 Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu I adieu ! thy...

...ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy-lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the Mlside...

...ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. pure pellucid beam, That erst o'er plains of Bethlehem shone,* No latent ev se.f ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu !...

...tolled twice. Here are the lines, after a stanza break, immediately following the ones quoted above: Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. The bell, or more precisely...

...once have possessed) as the standard rhyme for "self." Its appearance in the Nightingale is typical: Forlorn! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf ... (71-4) If Keats tells...

...am getting old and death will overtake me not so long from now. But I am ready and without regrets. Forlorn! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self. Forlorn. The melancholy music of the poem swamped her. Poor Otto, who had helped her and been so good...

...dying to hear for a lifetime. He is as happily inspired by her words as Keats is by a nightingale: "Forlorn! The very word is like a bell\ To toll me back from thee to my sole self!" These lines are the "unheard melodies" when Ike delivers his horn — "the gnarled, bloodless, bone-light...

...do nothing, occludes the older, active resistance of the cats who fight in the captain's story: 53 "Forlorn! the very word is like a bell / to toll me back from thee to my sole self! / Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well / As she is fam'd to do" (Keats 1959, 207). 'HictvE 6av>na...

...oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive...