Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living ...
the first thing about a man my son is that he's not a woman - and don't let any woman ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
For year upon year for many ages, our leaders presidents of both parties all of them, failing to speak If ...
The removal of the martyrs the abductions in the night the protests made silent by the terror in the street ...
Poverty, the lack of drinking water, famine, starvation, uninsured children, dying, a pandemic of diseases with known cures these are ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! 'tis Great Britain's Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
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