Fancy (John Keats Poems)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
ITHE evening air exhales a spicy scent,The robin warbles, and the thrush replies;And on the terrace a tall regimentOf lillies ...
It is not often Sunday draws Me to that house where good men come;Yet worship I, and the same cause Which sends ...
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,Since o'er shady groves they hoverAnd with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies ...
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,Since o'er shady groves they hoverAnd with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
NEVER again! When first that sentence fell From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance ...
Napoleon made his Marshals out of mud,And Cromwell's Ironsides were mostly tanner,But nowadays our officers have blood,And lots of cash, ...
Deep in a dell a woodsman's house Has sunk in wild dilapidation; There buried under vines and boughs ...
Elf-blooded creature, little did he reck Of this blind world's delights,Content to wreathe his legs around his neck ...
Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home! The field-mouse has gone to her nest,The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, ...
I saw, in No Man's land,Tw boys handclasp in brotherhood of death,As children clutch each other's hand at dusk;Transcending Fatherland ...
I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower;I cannot give you heaven;Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum;Nor happiness, ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in ...
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
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