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 ...
XVISoon was the prey out of their hands recovered,By step and step the Frenchmen gan retire,Till on a little hill ...
O wretch! hath Madness cur'd thy dire Despair?Yes--All thy Sorrows now are light as Air:No more you mourn your once ...
It is false that aught of evil or misfortune proceedeth from the stars-All good and evil-weal and woe-emanate from the ...
Were thine heart a little compassionate, how good it would be!Were a little of thy love bestowed upon me" how ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
I sat apart upon a hill, And piped and piped ...
ENCHANTRESS of the rocks! in accents sweet,Again those deep mysterious notes repeat;Once more thy vocal efforts I engage,To swell with ...
O YOU who at lighter afflictions repine,Arrest your complainings and list ye to mine,And you who can sorrow for every ...
I DON'T get much attention now, Although I'm not complaining; I'm forced to get on anyhow, Another king is reigning. ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
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