His Last Sonnet (John Keats Poem)
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, ...
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
i have lost touch over the years with the hot africa inside me illness and all - i spread to ...
Faint shafts of light falling down from the grey, milky sky ribbons of a lighter grey, almost white cutting through ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Said the Door: "She came in With no shadow of sin; Turned the key in the lock, Slipped out of ...
Argument. To leap from the promontory of LEUCADIA was believed by the Greeks to be a remedy for hopeless love, ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Unto his housemaid spoke the Laird: "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and aired: ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
Under his helmet, up against his pack, After the many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the ...
I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head ...
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