Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
"O bees, sweet bees!" I said, "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain ...
Here is a symbol in which Many high tragic thoughts Watch their own eyes. This gray rock, standing tall On ...
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This ...
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
When I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay, It chanced a bee did fly that way, After a dew, or dew-like shower, To ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
Within that little Hive Such Hints of Honey lay As made Reality a Dream And Dreams, Reality -- (Emily Dickinson)
When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart, And drew around it other thoughts like bees For multitude and ...
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