Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem (John Keats Poems)
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.Not like the formal crest ...
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.Not like the formal crest ...
"Daughter," said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea,"Turn thy face towards the sunset — turn thy face and ...
My dream was such: It seemed the afternoon Of some deep tropic day, and yet a moon Stood round and full with largeness ...
Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame, Silv'ring ...
She sleeps and dreams; one milk-white, lawny arm Pillowing her heavy hair, as might cold Night Meeting her sister Day, with glory ...
I. I dreamed last night once more I stood Knee-deep in purple clover leas; Your old home glimmered thro' its wood Of dark and ...
From "Wild Thorn and Lily"Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creekDroned under drifts of dogwood and of haw,The redbird, like ...
When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,Short is the doubtful empire of ...
There was a little lawny isletBy anemone and violet,Like mosaic, paven:And its roof was flowers and leavesWhich the summer's breath ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
I Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
The long days came and went; the riotous beesTore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,And men grew faint ...
BREAK, long wave, below my feet! Wind and meet, Sea-streams that the moon hath shaken! From the shingle white and ...
WHY do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green ...
When I behold a forest spread With silken trees upon thy head; And when I see that other dress Of ...
To gather flowers, Sappha went, And homeward she did bring Within her lawny continent, The treasure of the Spring. She ...
The Rose was sick, and smiling died; And, being to be sanctified, About the bed, there sighing stood The sweet ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
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