Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Here, at the end of the world, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness ...
HARD 'tis on a fox's traces To arrive, midst forest-glades; Hopeless utterly the chase is, If his flight the huntsman ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
The truth of her words hard to find peace to find moments of silence to be quiet within in a ...
The winds blowing from many sources seeking to distract to pull us from you, oh Lord Hearing your message doing ...
So the sermon had a hook, so to speak; no, she hadn't said the sky was green. She said she ...
O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway All that have Life, must certainly Obey; The King, the Priest, the Prophet, ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
1. The Poet Someone awake when others are sleeping, Asleep when others are awake. An illiterate who signs everything with ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
My dear Antenor now give o're, For my sake talk of Graves no more; Death is not in our power ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Tell me, have you found a sea deep enough to swim in deep enough to drown in waters to engage ...
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