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 ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
THE fourth day found the dark tribe brooding o'erTheir chieftain's body, chieftain now no more!As fire half-quench'd, some faint spark ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
The mind of ev'ry man, alas!Is naturally vile and base,And thinks on nought, but what is bad,'Till it the second ...
Awake, awake, why wilt thou sleep, my God!Never before hast thou been known to nod!Thou art not Baal! — thy ...
Not yesterday, but centuries long,The Romans hated all of Negro blood,For Hannibal did slay the crew,As Carthage marched to martial ...
IF my white hair could once again be black,And my old strength return to me at need,And if I could ...
When the trumpet sounded, it wasall prepared on the earth,the Jehovah parcelled out the earthto Coca Cola, Inc., Anaconda,Ford Motors, ...
WHOM dost thou seek, sweet mother?Come, tremble not, draw near!Gaze on thy son's blood-streaming woundsWithout a sigh or tear.Let Turkish ...
My beloved is offended: would there were any one who would conciliate her!Arise quickly, O mediator! for my heart is ...
A sound is heard throughout our land,A moaning, yearning, pleading cry;"O mighty Arm of Right stretch forth,Crush out our hopeless ...
Yes, I admit a grievance.I also boldly challenge you-Come stand where I once stood and fell!I dare say you will ...
THERE was a lion in JudahWhich whelped, and was Mark.But winged.A lion with wings.At least at Venice.Even as late as ...
TOWARDS the sun, towards the south-westA scorched breast.A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer,Like a retort.An eagle at ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
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