The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, And ward o' mony a prayer, What heart o' stane wad thou na move, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
Whoever thou art who passest by Know that my father was gentle, And my mother was violent, While I was ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
GIRL with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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