The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
While thus a mind humane, and wise, he shows,All-eloquent of truth his language flows.Youth, tho' depress'd, thro' all his form ...
'TWAS night in Babylon,--yet many a beamOf lamps, far glittering from her domes on high,Shone, brightly mingling in Euphrates' stream,With ...
LIKE fairy groupes beneath the forest shade,With moonlight faintly scatter'd o'er the scene,In long perspective stretching to the view,The shadowy ...
I. Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield— MACBETH , the victor of the field, Exulting, past the blasted wild; And where his dark o'erhanging towers Frown ...
O'er desolated fields, where moveTo War's dread notes th' embattled host,O Peace! display thy olive-wreath,And bid the gentle voice of ...
Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mindLife's op'ning scene survey'd:I view'd its ills of various kind,Afflicted and afraid.But chief ...
I. The HOLY LAW: or, The Ten Commandments, Exod. xx. 3—17.1. No God but me thou shalt adore.2. No image ...
IN tremulous vision, falsely near,The forms of nature as phantoms appear,With the wonted colours of earth and sky,When o'er them ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said;I still my old opinion keep,The posture, that we give the dead,Points out ...
O'ER Esthwaite's lake, serene and still,At sunset's silent peaceful hour,Scarce mov'd the zephyr's softest breath,Or sigh'd along its reedy shore.The ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
I know no paynt of poetry Can mend such colourd Imag'ry In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I May relish thy ...
When Westwell Downes I gan to tread, Where cleanely wynds the greene did sweepe, Methought a landskipp there was spread, ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
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