Otho The Great – Act II (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
Season of darkness and contracted day, Inclement Winter, whose approaching foot Treads on the heel of Autumn, pause; nor strew With thy rude ...
Only once more and not again--the larchesShake to the wind their echo, 'Not again,'--We see, below the sky that over-archesHeavy ...
The joyous day illumes the sky That bids each care and sorrow fly To shades of endless night: E'en frozen age, thawed in ...
In the far days, when every day was long,Fear was upon me and the fear was strong,Ere I had learned ...
As by the deathbed of an aged saint,Whose pallid lips emit no moaning plaint,On whose calm brow the light of ...
THE SAND was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o'er us,And half a mile through dust and heat Lake 'Liza ...
(TO A CHILD)LOVE be thy charioteer:In all thy brightening and thy darkening hoursMay he be at thine ear;So shalt thou ...
Our lives, discoloured with our present woes,May still grow white and shine with happier hours.So the pure limped stream, when ...
A faint sea without wind or sun;A sky like flameless vapour dun; A valley like an unsealed graveThat no ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
O noon of life! A time to celebrate! Oh garden of summer!Restless happiness in standing, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
A FRAGMENTFarewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blushAnd Summer's deeper glow, the shepherd's pipeTuned to the murmurs of a weeping ...
An inspiration caught from dubious huesFilled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;For they lead farther than the single-faced,Wave subtler promise ...
Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
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