Fancy (John Keats Poems)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
An oyster, upon oozy bed, Like his forefathers, born and bred, It chanced, was wafted far and wide By force of wind and ...
In the springtime, joyous spring- time,When the birds begin to sing,And we hear the murmuring brook- lets,Then the bees are on the ...
Hark to the echo of Time's footsteps; goneThise moments are into the unseen graveOf ages. Thy have vanished nameless. None,While ...
Nothing shall return. These the timesalready forgotten; only darkness -how evil and empty -sets in mirrors on my own images.O, ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
Kiss me: there now, little Neddy,Do you see her staring steady?There again you had a chance of her!Didn't you catch ...
In a white gully among fungus redWhere serpent logs lay hissing at the air,I found a kangaroo. Tall dewy,dead,So like ...
Nobody knows the world but me.The rest go to bed; I sit up and see.I'm a better observer than any ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
Listen sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till ...
AN IDYLL Back from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow: And damning their ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
(What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin's egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys ...
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