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 ...
Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do ...
When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy In any one, the least indecency; But every line and limb ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
I fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye; My picture drowned in a ...
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- Not loud enough -- for Wind -- A Star -- not ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Chorus.-Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me. IF thou ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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