Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
A tremor, a quiver, a vibration a transfer of energy, of power an act of faith, of healing He sensed ...
Before we went in, before the start of the show The harbor seals made me laugh that innocent, genuine laugh ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Strange that the city thoroughfare, Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its care, And lend ...
If I should die, And you should live -- And time should gurgle on -- And morn should beam -- ...
Half past twelve. Time has gone by quickly since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp and sat down here. ...
(Mark, xi.17) Thy mansion is the Christian's heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And ...
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
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