Ode To A Nightingale (John Keats Poem)
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Tom Joad had it right His introduction to us all, more in print than film, of a man fixing his ...
GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour'd, ever sung, Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes Dance ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
The lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Now the old nurse, the rocking sea, ...
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid ...
A Mother's breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
We, who were long together homeless, raise Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up To what sustained us ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
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