Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath ...
I bear a basket lined with grass; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as ...
THE three holy kings with their star's bright ray,-- They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay; They ...
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path ...
Soon the walls will be buried the old stone walls under the lichen, the leaves, the needles buried under the ...
Ablaze in the low sun before their dying translucent yellow thin brown page standing at attention catching the light just ...
Not softly, lazily tumbling, a ballet to the earth The leaves crashing hurling themselves to the ground The hot Indian ...
Round the giant spruce trees, at the back of the yard amber casings shining in the morning sun their skeletons ...
Under the leaf litter the matted grass green shoots new life, pushing skyward out of the awakening earth the cycle ...
Like infant pitcher plants pushing up through the litter of last fall's leaves new soft-slate-green, cups tulips, rising from the ...
Yesterday, today, each time I walked by a tiny bit of down, a feather nestled in the gutter, in the ...
Waking, stretching casting off sleep, cocoon of its slumber awakening to the dawn of spring, new life in the fresh ...
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
sitting at the end of the dinner thinking of a walk in the woods just before fall not in the ...
Up through the leaf litter through the dust, the twigs a mushroom grows in the quiet off the parking lot ...
Starflower little flower elegant in your simplicity delicate stamens bright yellow anthers star of the northwind growing through the leaf ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Sixteen below. Our care like stranded hulls litter all day our little Avenues. It was 28 below. No one goes ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
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