Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
AN IDYLL Back from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand ...
After the rains, the cold heavy fall rains, there was a different forest, a change shades of brown, of yellow, ...
Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That ...
Her final Summer was it -- And yet We guessed it not -- If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
"But it isn't playing the game," he said, And he slammed his books away; "The Latin and Greek I've got ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
An idle poet, here and there, Looks around him; but, for all the rest, The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller ...
Every love's the love before In a duller dress. That's the measure of my lore- Here's my bitterness: Would I ...
There still are kindly things for me to know, Who am afraid to dream, afraid to feel- This little chair ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
HUNGRY for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring ...
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