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 ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
LIGHT and silv'ry cloudlets hover In the air, as yet scarce warm; Mild, with glimmer soft tinged over, Peeps the ...
To an apple-woman's stall Once some children nimbly ran; Longing much to purchase all, They with joyous haste began Snatching ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
THE mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens Our anguish-fraught bond. The zephyrs are sighing, Alert ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
A CHILD refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes On Sundays ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
CUPID, ere depriv'd of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
My flask of wine was ruby red And swift I ran my sweet to see; With eyes that snapped delight ...
Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! On the rent rock the ...
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