Hyperion. Book I (John Keats Poems)
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
A metropolitan rat invited His country cousin in town to dine: The country cousin replied, "Delighted." And signed himself, "Sincerely thine." The town rat ...
To the London Metropolitan PoliceToward the sun the drenched May-hedges liftWhite rounded masses like still ocean drift,And days fills with ...
one more memoryI have just written a wordI am older by a wordby twoby threeby a poemolder - what does ...
Ladies and gentlemen: I take this opportunityTo introduce myself and mention that, much as we may deplore the fact, we ...
boss i wentand interviewed the mummyof the egyptian pharaohin the metropolitan museumas you bade me to dowhat homy regal leatherfacesays ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
Gimme the town an' its clamour an' clutter; I ain't very fond of the bush;For my cobbers are coves of ...
(To the Metropolitan Police)Thank you, policeman. What would London doWithout her guides, and guardians, in blue?You keep the peace, your ...
What voice is that which o'er the ocean,Through what is lit and what obscure no less,Night's coruscations and its darknesses,Still ...
I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower;I cannot give you heaven;Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum;Nor happiness, ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
I am a poet of the Hudson River and the heights above it, the lights, the stars, and the bridges ...
Calmly we walk through this April's day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
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