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 ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
Through the eyes of a believer someone righteous before God and yet still struggling to understand pain in the world ...
Out behind our yard in the far right corner just to the right beyond the boundary, the fences a disturbed ...
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie -- It ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour ...
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse Was every fisherman's despair; He caught his fish on floating flies, In fact he caught them ...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over ...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
There was a child once. He came to play in my garden; He was quite pale and silent. Only when ...
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