The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
Happy the Man, who void of Care and Strife, In silken or in leathern Purse retains A Splendid Shilling He nor hears ...
THY mortal part shou'd sickness chance to seize,Consider, whence the fi'ry dart was sent,Consider, who inflicted the disease,And to what ...
Say, dearest Villiers, poor departed friend,(Since fleeting life thus suddenly must end)Say, what did all thy busy hopes avail,That anxious ...
WHAT do the old men say, Sitting out of the sun? Many strange and common things, And so would any one. Locust trees are ...
At the round earth's imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your ...
With eager search to dart the soul,Curiously vain, from pole to pole,And from the planets' wandering spheresTo extort the number ...
{Bonduca the British queen, taking occasion from a defeat of the Romans to impeach their valor, is rebuked by Caratac.}Queen ...
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave;So many joyes I ...
Non es meravelha s'eu chanmelhs de nul autre chantador,que plus me tra.l cors vas amorel melhs sui faihz a so ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
They threw me from the gates: my matted hair Was dank with dungeon wetness; my spent frame O'erlaid with marish ...
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