Hymn To Apollo (John Keats Poem)
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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