Ode To Autumn (John Keats Poem)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
This country least, but every inhabited country Is clotted with human anguish. Remember that at your feasts. And this is ...
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its ...
My apparition rose from the fall of lead, Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served To aggravate your fright. ...
'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of woe, Like ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Behold the apples' rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson ...
The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window The tassel of the blind swings ...
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