How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! (John Keats Poem)
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted ...
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
The Suburbs of a Secret A Strategist should keep, Better than on a Dream intrude To scrutinize the Sleep. (Emily ...
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers ...
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness -- I'm so accustomed to my Fate -- Perhaps the Other -- Peace ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in ...
So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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