Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen-without a blot! ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended ...
The ripe apples snapping in my mouth the fresh juice tart to the taste hungry for the sharp cheddar pungent ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit, Wait till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its ...
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home ...
My Heart upon a little Plate Her Palate to delight A Berry or a Bun, would be, Might it an ...
Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone -- my Tooth has grown -- Supply the minor Palate That has not ...
Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I had spent the night in the watch-house -- My head was the size of three -- So I went ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, Did after him the World seduce: And from the Fields the Flow'rs ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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