I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill (John Keats Poems)
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.Not like the formal crest ...
She came from some still mossinessOf quiet ways; and stood with modest hands;A warmth of body in a shy distress;A ...
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