Fragment Of “The Castle Builder.” (John Keats Poems)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *To-night ...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *To-night ...
Cherry and pear are white,Their snows lie sprinkled on the land like lightOn darkness shed.Far off and nearThe orchards toss ...
Many will love you; you were made for love;For the soft plumage of the unruffled dove Is not so soft as ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
PreludesI The Lover He meets, by heavenly chance express, ...
Preludes.I The Paragon When I behold the skies aloft ...
Whene'er mine eyes do my Amelia greet It is with such emotion ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
(Canticles 6:10. Who is She that Looks Forth as the Morning,Fair as the Moon, Clear as the Sun, Terrible as ...
I had no culture for my love, Hungrily my heart cried "Knowledge, be my master, Turn, brain, O faster. Grind ...
Some on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass, As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow ...
WOULD the lark sing the sweeter if he knew A thousand hearts hung breathless on his lay? And if "How ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
She dwelleth in the Ground -- Where Daffodils -- abide -- Her Maker -- Her Metropolis -- The Universe -- ...
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 ...
The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now To laugh at them, were she to see them here, So brave ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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