To Ailsa Rock (John Keats Poem)
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid, Give answer by thy voice-the sea-fowls' screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When ...
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid, Give answer by thy voice-the sea-fowls' screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When ...
Pain -- expands the Time -- Ages coil within The minute Circumference Of a single Brain -- Pain contracts -- ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew Freshness to feel ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
As yon great Sun in his supreme condition Absorbs small worlds and makes them all his own, So does my ...
I Living in a land Where only the dying correspond I am borne on the wings of love II I ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
My apparition rose from the fall of lead, Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served To aggravate your fright. ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
"the cure of souls." Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore fashions Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves ...
JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down ...
FACES of two eternities keep looking at me. One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday ...
WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play! Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and ...
WHILE the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, In the lilac-scented stillness let us listen to earth's story. ...
(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, ...
I say no more for Clavering Than I should say of him who fails To bring his wounded vessel home ...
Look how she stands, high on the steep facade of the cathedral, near the window-rose, simply, holding in her hand ...
'I play for Seasons; not Eternities!' Says Nature, laughing on her way. 'So must All those whose stake is nothing ...
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