Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
Love is enough. Let us not ask for gold. Wealth breeds false aims, and pride and selfishness; In those serene, ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave And wearing only the beauty of youth's season They took ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, Each walks, though ...
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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