Keats (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield ...
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve-- See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
(Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise ...
So large my Will The little that I may Embarrasses Like gentle infamy -- Affront to Him For whom the ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
God give the yellow man an easy breeze at blossom time. Grant his eager, slanting eyes to cover every land ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted-honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
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