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 ...
Since to the country first I came, I have lost my former flame; And, methinks, I not inherit, As I ...
She's stopped in her southern tracks Brought haply to this hard knock When she shoots from the tall spruce And ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
There is no mystery we conjure to make it difficult look no further than Christ to understand God While he ...
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
Commenting on the temperature to teens and pre-teens on the warmer air today; But they focused on the wind and ...
A picture may speak a thousand words but some stories, told well living without pictures Visual words, conjure images, memories, ...
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
We're good at silences under the surface, without contact hiding in plain view never dealing with, addressing true hurt, real ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Cupid Conjured Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me, ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I ...
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