Lamia. Part I (John Keats Poems)
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, ...
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, ...
_Interlocutors_:LAODOMIA. GIULIA.LAO. Some other time, oh my sister, thou wilt hear what happened tothose nine blind men, who were at ...
WE give thy natal day to hope,O Country of our love and prayer!Thy way is down no fatal slope,But up ...
What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial ...
Seagirt, by woods encompassed, eyried within gatesThat no man opens nay, the unuttered Who goes there?Makes the benighted traveller tremble, ...
"Now Muse, you must versify your very best, To sing how they ransack the East and the West, To tell how they ...
A stormy light of sunset glows and glares Between two banks of cloud, and o'er the brine Thy fair lamp on the ...
``More blood!'' cry the vultures--``more blood!''--The old carrion--crows of our land--The men by her children who stoodWith halter and scourge ...
As one, who, journeying westward with the sun,Beholds at length from the up-towering hills,Far-off, a land unspeakable beauty fills,Circean peaks ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
Not the Circean wineMost perilous is for pain:Grapes of the heavens' star-loaden vine,Whereto the lofty-placedThoughts of fair souls attain,Tempt with ...
We lay upon a flowery hill Close by the railway lines,Apollo dusted gold on us ...
NOW twice the spring, with flowrets gay,Hath 'broider'd o'er her mantle green,And twice the merry month of MayWith hawthorn deck'd ...
One after one the high emotions fade; Time's wheeling measure empties and refills Year after year; we seek no more ...
Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,Hath lain too long in some Circean close-Till on his dreaming wings ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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