Auranthe. Conrad, hold! I would not bear
The little thunder of your fretful tongue,
Tho; I alone were taken in these toils,
And you could free me; but remember, sir,
You live alone in my security: great poem of the great John Keats. tony
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Auranthe. Conrad, hold! I would not bear The little thunder of your fretful tongue, Tho; I alone were taken in these toils, And you could free me; but remember, sir, You live alone in my security: great poem of the great John Keats. tony