Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
COME, spur away, I have no patience for a longer stay, But must go down And leave the chargeable noise of this great ...
I love thee not for sacred chastity.Who loves for that? nor for thy sprightly wit:I love thee not for thy ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, ...
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way My notions and actions run far. How can my ideas ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
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