Lines (John Keats Poem)
Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, ...
Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, ...
Since to the country first I came, I have lost my former flame; And, methinks, I not inherit, As I ...
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
UP wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jal?ndhar came, On his way ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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