Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
it comes like a convict squeezing through bars and is gone before the promptest siren it suddenly turns in the ...
It has a hole in it. Not only where I concentrate. The river still ribboning, twisting up, into its re- ...
Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- Before Me -- Immortality -- Myself -- the Term between -- Death but the ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
This evening and part of the night I sank again into the dense sea where we beings and things float. ...
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
Words are like days: coloring books or pickpockets, signposts or scratching posts, fakirs over hot coals. Certain words must be ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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