Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio (John Keats Poems)
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir ...
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir ...
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last;I can't resist, whatever may have passed,But must relate, what often I've ...
O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praiseOf life, and death, and immortality,--Of passion, that goes famished all her days,--Of Faith, or ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind!His promises are naught, too oft we find;I vowed (I hope in tolerable ...
The old orchard, full of smoking air,Full of sour marsh and broken boughs, is there,But kept no more by vanished ...
FAIR friend, you tread to your imperial goalThe gallery of Shakespeare's womanhood :Love-lost Ophelia, Egypt's varying mood,Pure Isabella, the relentless ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
All tender hearts, that ake to hearOf those that suffer wrong;All you that never shed a tear,Give heed unto my ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below-- ...
Once upon a time there was an Italian, And some people thought he was a rapscallion, But he wasn't offended, ...
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