Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
All things decay with time: The forest sees The growth and down-fall of her aged trees; That timber tall, which ...
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away From the files ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
The Devil is a gentleman and askes you down to stay At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
For years we've had a little dog, Last year we acquired a big dog; He wasn't big when we got ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Love! Love! Your tenderness, Your beautiful, watchful ways Grasp me, fold me, cover me; I lie in a kind of ...
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. Like a tired child ...
O you would clothe me in silken frocks And house me from the cold, And bind with bright bands my ...
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