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  1. www.poetryfoundation.org › poems › 44475La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad - Poetry Foundation

    By John Keats. 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,

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    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 ...

  4. www.poetryfoundation.org › articles › 69748John Keats: “La Belle Dame sans Merci” - Poetry Foundation

    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. With the belle dame playing a figure of love and fantasy and the agent of death and decay to the knight, it is as though Keats has stumbled upon his mirror image as he gazes upon the knight:

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  6. poets.org › poem › la-belle-dame-sans-merciLa Belle Dame Sans Merci - Academy of American Poets

    Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done.

  7. www.bbc.co.uk › poetryseason › poemsPoems - La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats - BBC

    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...

  8. poetrysociety.org.uk › poems › la-belle-dame-sans-merciLa Belle Dame sans Merci – The Poetry Society

    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 faery’s child, Her hair was long, her ...

  9. genius.com › John-keats-la-belle-dame-sans-merci-annotatedJohn Keats – La Belle Dame sans Merci | Genius

    La Belle Dame sans Merci Lyrics. I. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. II. O what can ail thee,...