Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Though some good folks may take it ill,As trifling with parsonic frill,Thus saith the Lord to Jim and Bill,In admonition ...
The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds(Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black),Posts down the highway of his ...
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
The cattle-lands of Corryong, The maiden of the snows(Where silver streams the winter longSing pleasantly their tinkling song) Not many ...
'Life's a cigar': the wasting body glows;The head turns white as Kosciusko's snows;And, with the last soul-fragrance still in air,The ...
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. ...
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