Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat (John Keats Poems)
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? ...
Evening and morning, midnight and mid noon,For twice five lustres, this my cell hath been,My pleasure-house and prison.—I did swear,Kissing ...
Light drunkenly reels into shadow;Blurs, slurs uneasily;Slides off the eyeballs:The segments shatter.Tree-branches cut arc-light in raggedFluttering wet strips.The cup of ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit ...
God and others the people we meet those who see what we say what we do in this life Others ...
Not rigid poles, marking the ends, of a line static and unchanging a yes or a no situation in clear ...
The work, the lawn carved up into a series of squares crisp edges, overlapping rows breaking all up a section ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Moments, months, years Shards of my life Frozen in amber Untidy segments Frayed edges, dead ends Lost years A blank ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in ragged ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
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