Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I thought the Train would never come -- How slow the whistle sang -- I don't believe a peevish Bird ...
Hope is a subtle Glutton -- He feeds upon the Fair -- And yet -- inspected closely What Abstinence is ...
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the ...
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . . Blue as the ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; In tears our last farewell was taken, ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
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