Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which ...
The simple cross of wood around my neck, reminding symbol of the cross of Jesus where he suffered and died ...
The symbol of the empty tomb joy on Easter morning not suffering alone Christ dying on the cross hanging in ...
Before the surgery taking off her jewelry she put her cross, necklace over my head wearing this symbol the nails ...
The Centurion, standing guard symbol of the execution, the empire in their midst the stranger, gentile at his post at ...
Your candle, lit, glowing casting light against the cup filled with the wine, Your blood the shrouded bread symbol of ...
We walk silently, hands cupped rising to receive the bread, dip into the wine, the living symbol of his blood, ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
A still -- Volcano -- Life -- That flickered in the night -- When it was dark enough to do ...
1 O STAR of France! The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame, Like some proud ship that led ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,- Are not these, O Soul, the Vision ...
THE world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, ...
To think that, as a boy of thirteen, I would grapple with my first pineapple, its exposed breast setting itself ...
The black unicorn is greedy. The black unicorn is impatient. 'The black unicorn was mistaken for a shadow or symbol ...
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown ...
Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary - Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly - born of the sea ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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