To Fanny (John Keats Poem)
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen-without a blot! ...
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen-without a blot! ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
MANY a guest I'd see to-day, Met to taste my dishes! Food in plenty is prepar'd, Birds, and game, and ...
WITHIN a town where parity According to old form we see,-- That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no ...
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird ...
"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me Of purple Pharaoh -- I have a Navy in the West Would pierce ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
There came a stranger to Walgett town, To Walgett town when the sun was low, And he carried a thirst ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
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