Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I am like a jackfruit on the tree. To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh: the skin rough, ...
Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
Uninvited, unwelcome, too soon winter came in in through the open front door as I sat reading on the couch ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here -- Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps: I'll ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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