The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
To gather flowers, Sappha went, And homeward she did bring Within her lawny continent, The treasure of the Spring. She ...
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum, These musks, these ambers, and those ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & ...
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
I walk, I trust, with open eyes; I've travelled half my worldly course; And in the way behind me lies ...
I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace -- Radiant palace --reared ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like ...
MILD is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And ...
Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And ...
An ancient chestnut's blossoms threw Their heavy odour over two: Leucippe, it is said, was one; The other, then, was ...
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