Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
THEPROGRESSEOF THE SOULE.First Song.I.sing of the progresse of a deathlesse soule,Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule,Plac'd in ...
Wherein,BY OCCASION OFThe Religious death of MistrisE L I Z A B E T H D R V R Y,the incommodities ...
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
Indulg'd by ev'ry active thoughtWhen upwards they wou'd flyNor can Ambition be a faultIf plac'd above the skyWhen humbld first ...
He that doth looke to raigne with Christ,In euerlasting blessednesse,Must take great care that he persist,In these degrees of holinesse.The ...
Oh my black Soule! Now thou art summonedBy sicknesse, deaths herald, and champion;Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath ...
THus Life and Death, and young and old,Are, as the severall Atomes bold.So Wit, and Understanding in the Braine,Are as ...
WHen Motion, and all Atomes disagree,Thunder in Skies, and sicknesse in Men bee,Earthquakes, and Windes which make disorder great,Tis when ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
Indulg'd by ev'ry active thought When upwards they wou'd flyNor can Ambition be a fault If plac'd above ...
Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, Canst thou ...
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
Why, Disease, dost thou molestLadies? and of them the best?Do not men, ynow of ritesTo thy altars, by their nightsSpent ...
Keepe on your maske and hide your eye For in beholding you I dye. Your fatall beauty Gorgon-like Dead with ...
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