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 ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The ...
upon the Unemployed Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree, Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn ...
Greene, garlanded with February's few flowers Ere March came in with Marlowe's rapturous rage; Peele, from whose hand the sweet ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quell; Glory exulting over pain, And ...
In me, past, present, future meet To hold long chiding conference. My lusts usurp the present tense And strangle Reason ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
Wrapped was the world in slumber deep, By seaward valley and cedarn steep, And bright and blest were the dreams ...
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. Like a tired child ...
O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you ...
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