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 ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
CAULD is the e'enin blast, O' Boreas o'er the pool, An' dawin' it is dreary, When birks are bare at ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro' a' our lasses he did ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
THE BLUDE-RED rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on July the 14th day, That an alarming accident occurred in the River ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
Ye mountains and glens of fair Scotland I'm with ye once again, During my absence from ye my heart was ...
Ye mountains and glens of Old Ireland, I've returned home to ye again; During my absence from ye My heart ...
Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy ...
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