Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
In the upper circles Moves a famous manWho has had no equal Since the world began.He was once a broker Down by the ...
IT LIES amongst the sleeping stones, Far down the hidden mountain glade;And past its brink the torrent moans For ever in a ...
With padded feet from out his own dark denComes smiling Lust, once fair and hard to please,But now long overworked with ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
IWho hath not sent out ships to sea?Who hath not toiled through light and darkness to make them strong for ...
January jumps aboutin the frying pantrying to heathis frozen feetlike a Canadian.February scuttles underany dish's lidand she thinks she's dry ...
I have a puppet-jointed child,She's but three half-years old;Through lawless hair her eyes gleam wildWith looks both shy and bold.Like ...
The lost days of my life until to-day,What were they, could I see them on the streetLie as they fell? ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
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