Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio (John Keats Poems)
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir ...
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir ...
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
ELEGY ON EDWARD BETHAM,_Lost in the Duchess of Gordon East Indiaman, off the Cape of Good Hope_. --------Lovely as are the ...
Stand still, my soul, in the silent darkI would question thee,Alone in the shadow drear and starkWith God and me!What, ...
The Spring time of my first loving,Finds yet no winter of removing;Nor frosts to make my hopes decrease:But with the ...
Come merry Spring delight us,For Winter long did spight us,In pleasure still persever,Thy beauties ending never:Spring, and growLasting so,With joyes ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
In a valley of this restles mindI sought in mountain and in mead,Trusting a true love for to find.Upon an ...
With splendour of a silver day,A frosted night had opened May:And on that plumed and armoured night,As one close temple ...
Woe unto you, ye sons of pain that are this day in earth,Now cry for all your torment: now curse ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
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