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 ...
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear, With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear, Deprived his wife of ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
O quam te memorem virgo... STAND on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave ...
It would have been love, I am sure of it, and I held her hand torn between concern and pride ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the ...
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the ...
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors The winking signal on the waste of sea. Indoors the sound ...
I read to the entire plebe class, in two batches. Twice the hall filled with bodies dressed alike, each toting ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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