Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
The cries of our savior piercing the silence the long night of his suffering too much for him to take ...
Full from the meal dizzy from the wine the disciples in the garden fast asleep at night While they lay ...
Fitting, in this moment of anguish Christ falling to his knees throwing himself to the ground as he began to ...
Aware of our station coming to the rail confessing our sin our utter need for God Humbly coming, approaching your ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
AS WILLIAM walking with his wife was seen, A man of rank admired her lovely mien. Who gave you such ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. The channel of the dust who once achieves Invalidates the balm of that ...
There's little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I've lived the parting hour to see ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
'Twas on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888, The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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