Apollo And The Graces (John Keats Poems)
APOLLOWHICH of the fairest threeTo-day will ride with me?My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn:Which of ...
APOLLOWHICH of the fairest threeTo-day will ride with me?My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn:Which of ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
IHow vain is Life! which rightly we compare To flying Posts, that haste away;To Plants, that fade with the declining ...
'Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
THE BUFFALOES are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone. Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and ...
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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