Sonnet. On The Sea (John Keats Poems)
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves ...
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves ...
O singer of Persephone!In the dim meadows desolateDost thou remember Sicily?Still through the ivy flits the beeWhere Amaryllis lies in ...
By those soft tods of wool,With which the air is full;By all those tinctures thereThat paint the hemisphere;By dews and ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
HOW lightly men can love, how soon forget! I said--yet some there be not false or fickle: For one, the ...
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch -- alas! -- Another ...
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell ...
By those soft tods of wool With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, That paint the ...
Cupid Conjured Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me, ...
Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint; Some call on ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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