Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lieIn the lethargic sleep, the sad reposeBy which thy close thy constant enemyHas softly ...
Range from Tower--hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor--street:Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's ...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
Dulce est desipere in loco.Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:So might not Bacchus give You Law?Was it ...
WARS, bloody wars, and hostile Britain's rageHave banished long the pleasures of the stage;From the gay painted scene compelled to ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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