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 ...
KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content ...
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
Full many a shining wit one sees, With tongue on all things well conversing; The what can charm, the what ...
Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious been The task of small professors to invent; ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; E'en in a moment it ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion'd custom of merry-making) The Palace of ...
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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