The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I KNOW a little patch of mountain ground.Low-settled by itself; and MoosilaukeStands boldly in the west but never seesIts little ...
Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass,And did you observe his frown?He goeth to say the midnight mass,In holy ...
DawnO GOD, Thy world is sweet with prayer;The breath of Christ is in the air;We rise on Thy free Spirit's ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
IIn Nino's chamber not a sound intrudesUpon the midnight's tingling silentness,Where Nino sits before his book and broods,Thin and brow-burdened ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked ...
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