Epistle To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path ...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
Not fog exactly not full rain either even when stopping the wiper blades silent Driving, moving within the mist the ...
The two blades the seed of our faith sharpened together in sharing the word As one to another the stone ...
Like long swords pulled from the scabbards of the earth jewel encrusted blades the long leaves of the lilies bright ...
Slowing my gait walking more slower shimmering light reflected to my eye The blades of the lilies, the leaves of ...
Work, play, the yard, the garden under sunny, cloudy skies intermittent showers, mist, discrete drops never truly rain, just showers, ...
Looking to the right, to the left silver lawns, richly blessed loving rain, heavy dew fog resting on the grass, ...
Shades of browns, driving by mile on mile, below the greens of the pines oak, pine, and grasses, leaves, needles, ...
Even from my speeding car, a half mile or more away They cut silently through the skin of the lake ...
Pulling out of the lot falling into the fog enveloped by its stillness its wet blanket lost to the noise ...
Surely we are a mere breath, we are dust, forgettable blades of grass Our lives whispers, moments of time in ...
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those ...
She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or ...
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. "What did you do?" Then all save one of the ...
my secrets appear on your window when you fog the division with your own warm breath; you lost yourself in ...
I prefer the gorgeous freedom, And I fly to lands of grace, Where in wide and clear meadows All is ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
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