Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
Liner Notes - (From Love Is A Dog From Hell) Emotional Idiocy is obviously a theme close to my heart ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather ...
1 TO conclude-I announce what comes after me; I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart. ...
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
To live between terms, to live where death has his loud picture in the subway ride, Being amid six million ...
The bird that feeds from off my palm Is sleek, affectionate, and calm, But double, to me, is worth the ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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