Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
Why lad, awm sewer tha'rt ommost done, This ovvertime is killin;'Twor allus soa sin th' world begun, They put o' them at's ...
The sun in the heavens was beaming, The breeze bore an odour of hay,My flannels were spotless and gleaming, My heart was ...
I've tramped across her endless miles of tundra,I've rafted all her rapid flowing streams, She's kept me on the hummer, I've fought ...
'You talk of snakes,' said Jack the Rat,'But blow me, one hot summer,I seen a thing that knocked me flat ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
Now that Heinie is licked to a frazzle, And Fritzie is clipped in the comb, We're holding ...
I, born in WeimarOf a mother who was FrenchAnd German father, a most learned professor,Orphaned at fourteen years,Became a dancer, ...
SHE wanted to be asked again,And so she wiped the dishes,She took a knife, and with the menShe helped to ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
I, born in Weimar Of a mother who was French And German father, a most learned professor, Orphaned at fourteen ...
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