Lamia. Part II (John Keats Poems)
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
ALTON.YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,His dark locks tinged with ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
Joy was in Israel; for all hoped that, now, A three days' journey in the wilderness Verily should they go, ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
Meantime, Arbaces with his captains sat, Anxiously waiting. Wherefore came not back Their heralds, was the wonder: but the truth ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
What do poets want with gold,Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;Are not crusts and garments oldBetter for their souls than these?Gold ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
What does it mean that his first friend was an imaginary friend? How did that fact shape his world and ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
Thought, I love thought. But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas I despise that self-important game. Thought ...
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