Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born just as the modest ...
A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES: PRESENTED TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR NIC. LANIERE THE SPEAKERS: ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
Hush, little one, and fold your hands; The sun hath set, the moon is high; The sea is singing to ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" -- and something in ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, ...
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Once Hemingway sat across this bay and touched the endless sea The gulf-stretched sun guides everyone who dreams the dreams ...
Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
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