The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
A metropolitan rat invited His country cousin in town to dine: The country cousin replied, "Delighted." And signed himself, "Sincerely thine." The town rat ...
When fairy-folk sit down to supEach has for plate a buttercup,And for mug a tiny cellOf the delicate blue-bellFilled with ...
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish(Cruels't) a fellow in your wretchednesse,Or that you take some small ...
Estelle, when you and I were rising ninePerhaps you'd rather I suppressed the dateI spent a shilling on a valentineAnd ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
(Romans 5:14. Who is the Figure of Him that was to Come)Like to the marigold, I blushing closeMy golden blossoms ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Here, at the end of the world, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness ...
The cold in the air reminds me of the country fair the candied apple, the hot burnt sausage sub the ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
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