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 ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
Hand-picked, small blackberries each one fully-ripe, cool in the take-out coffee cup, sitting in the dark fridge. Open and inviting, ...
Waiting for the ripening of the fruit the lone branch, the prickered vine one single ripe berry rich warm flesh ...
Heavy drops of rain hang bodily from the green fruit, the bunches of berries long before the harvest hanging on ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
My eye catches, notices A small detail A flower, berry, bug Flake, fragment Texture or color drawn to it Hold ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings chat on a February berry bush in sun, and I am one. Such merriment ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain -- Twice a Winter's silver Fracture On the Rivers been ...
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- But no Man heard Him cry -- He offers ...
Teach Him -- When He makes the names -- Such an one -- to say -- On his babbling -- ...
My Heart upon a little Plate Her Palate to delight A Berry or a Bun, would be, Might it an ...
Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself -- At first -- a scant nutrition -- An insufficient Loaf -- But ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
Conferring with myself My stranger disappeared Though first upon a berry fat Miraculously fared How paltry looked my cares My ...
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
I had been hungry, all the Years -- My Noon had Come -- to dine -- I trembling drew the ...
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
IN comin by the brig o' Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry; As day was dawnin in the ...
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