Fancy (John Keats Poem)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And here my page is, and there ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
There--let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose; The patient hands that wearied not, But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
The Body grows without -- The more convenient way -- That if the Spirit -- like to hide Its Temple ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers ...
That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived -- Enough -- That ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today -- I know it, by the numb look ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
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