Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
THUS to be chain'd for ever, can I bear? A very torment that, in truth, would be. This very day ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the ...
Wrapped in worship holy voices raised singing in the night call each of us in the quiet of our hearts ...
Was that a knock I heard on my door? Am I imagining it; was it there? Moving from kitchen to ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away, Turn thou ghost that ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi as these that had been sent by the two ...
When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. ...
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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