Epistle To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
That phrase, "healing a nation" kept going through my mind this morning thinking about the legacy, the model, the example ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
What I see not, I better see -- Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting -- But, ...
Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable ...
As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea -- And that -- a further -- and the ...
Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- It cannot recollect When it begun -- or if there were A ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
O THOU, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Their ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Not every wino is a Holy Man. Oh, but some of them are. I love those who've learned to sit ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
"My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he ...
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