Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
The Hag is astride, This night for to ride, The devil and she together; Through thick and through thin, Now ...
I could but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee; And I the javelin suck'd away, And heal'd the ...
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
Ensnared by the world not able to let go to break free of the briars going with the flow Captured ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
(A Poem Game.) The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders ...
We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; ...
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