The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest, My soul, this wholesome meditation, How God the Spirit, by angels ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; No eye shall see, nor ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use ...
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all ...
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all ...
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposèd dead, And there reigns love and all ...
How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
SWEET BALMY HOUR! dear to the pensive mind, ...
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, ...
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