Otho The Great – Act V (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague ...
SCENE I. A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
A MERRY sound of clapping hands, A call to see the sight;And lo! the first soft snow-flakes fall,So exquisitely virginal:'Tis my ...
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
THERE's silence in the princely halls,And brightly blaze the lighted walls,While clouds of musk and incense riseFrom vases of a ...
They went to the January house, A house made all of snow, With windows of ice, and chandeliers Of icicles all in a ...
An angry Black woman on the subject of the angry White man:We didn't always need affirmative actionWhen we broke this ...
A sound as if from bells of silver,Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.A brightness which outshines ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Strange pizzicato of distant guitars,We had just heard the birds singing outside-The sun pushed its way through the cracksof the ...
Only let it form within his hands once more -The moment cradled like a brandy glass.Sitting alone in the empty ...
We are dead, and we are buried!Revolution's soul is tame!They are merry o'er our ashes,And our tyrants rule the same!But ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in ...
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