Ode to Fanny (John Keats Poem)
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Some like to dominate, others caress a voluptuous rhythm on pliant strings. This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a gray unbuttoned ...
So much I gazed on beauty, that my vision is replete with it. Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed ...
I've been home a long time among the vast porticos, Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires, ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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