Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, He groped and fiddled doggedly along, His worn face glaring on the ...
All things swept sole away This -- is immensity -- (Emily Dickinson)
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His ...
Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed A paradise of dimness. You shall feel The folding of tired ...
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and ...
O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
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