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 ...
On the mountain top in the quiet of our room wherever we can be close set apart, away from the ...
Under the words of the commandments a sabbath day of rest stopping to commune with our creator to worship God ...
Stopping our daily work setting apart time for the Lord for each of us to commune with God in scripture, ...
Prayers rising up to our Father's ear in heaven for their journey, their walk That they would find our risen ...
A free gift, without our asking pursuing us, in big and little ways reminding us, calling to us trying eternally, ...
Pray to our God Inquire on the truth in His Word Every day meditate on your life with God Take ...
In Her garden, the beautiful garden there is color and sweet perfume bounty and balance the planting and the harvest, ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor scrubbed the walls vacuumed cleaned the ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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