Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
A cloud of intoxication slowing our steps or mine at least gathering in the nectar breathing springtime in The white ...
Way darker than violet rich, saturated, pure color-wheel-purple shimmering color of the lilacs full bouquets on each branch bunches and ...
Sweet, intoxicating, alluring spreading out onto the playground the bush changing the air soft, subtle, a presence lilac air at ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
Fragrance to match pallets of colors thrown together on the mouse ears of the petals bright smells intoxicating in their ...
O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
Come to me with the full moon, tell me a word or two, all the garden will be soon sprinkled ...
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles So masterfully rude, that he would grieve To see the helpless delicate ...
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and ...
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