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 ...
Scene.--Before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress.The Enchantress comes forth.Enchantress.He came like a dream in the dawn of life, He fled ...
Recognition in four SeasonsARGUMENT A prophet, desiring to recover for men the fruit of the Tree of Life, seems to find ...
PHYLLIS, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day,Few are my years, but my griefs are not few,Ever to youth ...
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,The purple Kings and all their mounted men;They fill the street with clamorous ...
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,The purple Kings and all their mounted men;They fill the street with clamorous ...
I must tell you how it happened,Believe it or do not - An episode to end housewarmingsIn granaries of song.I say, ...
Not less light shall the gold and the green lieOn the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, thanLove lay yesterday on ...
ALL shimmering in the morning shine And diamonded with dew, And quivering in the scented wind That thrills its green ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I crave, dear Lord, No boundless hoard Of gold and gear, Nor jewels fine, Nor lands, nor kine, Nor treasure-heaps ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
On silver sand where ripples curled I counted sea-gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the world, And innocent as ...
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