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 ...
O days endeared to every Muse,When nobody had any Views,Nor, while the cloudscape of his mindBy every breeze was new ...
XXIVWhat is far hence led to the den of making:Moves unlike wildfire; not so simple-happyPloughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentemDigging ...
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
On a carpet red and blueSits Betsinda, not quite two,Tracing with baby-starfish handThe patterns that a Persian planned.Suddenly she sees ...
There was a water dump there, and regimentalCarts came every day to line up and fill fullThose rolling tanks with ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
BY the red furnace stands Apollo mute,Holding in upraised hands His iron flute.Slowly from back and brow The bright sweat drips;He sets the ...
Aveluy and New Year's eve, and the time as tenderAs if green buds grew. In the low West a slenderStreak ...
Those overtime nights in the ice factory, eyeing gauges, greasing gears: that's one thing. And the hours of clarinet lessons.All ...
IF only one could read the score of a situation:Take in with the heart the inevitabilitiesWhich the mind's eye foresees-Its ...
Hey, there! Listen awhile! Listen awhile, and come.Down in the street there are marching feet, and I hear the beat ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
Some people confuse inspiration with lightning not me I know it comes from the lungs and air you breathe it ...
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