Hymn To Apollo (John Keats Poem)
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
Once begun continuing the lie another layer added perpetuating the canard usurping a story, words to create ambiguity Purposely adding ...
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- At Evening, it is not -- At Morning, in a Truffled Hut ...
Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl -- the Just -- Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, ...
Fame is the one that does not stay -- Its occupant must die Or out of sight of estimate Ascend ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
A mighty creature is the germ, Though smaller than the pachyderm. His customary dwelling place Is deep within the human ...
The secret of the stars, -- gravitation. The secret of the earth, -- layers of rock. The secret of the ...
Early germ warfare. The dead hurled this way look like wheels in the sky. Look: there goes Larry the Shoemaker, ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
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