Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I ...
If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented -- so -- If just as soon as Breath ...
Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone -- my Tooth has grown -- Supply the minor Palate That has not ...
Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart! Did they forsake thee? ...
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
If thou could'st empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, Which ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. ...
What heart could have thought you? -- Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because ...
Adieu dear object of my Love's excess, And with thee all my hopes of happiness, With the same fervent and ...
As after noon, one summer's day, Venus stood bathing in a river; Cupid a-shooting went that way, New strung his ...
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviours head have crown'd, ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
I. -- Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night -- Distillments of my ...
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