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 ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky, She killed the pigeons of peace and ...
The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
i want to hold the horse's string cried the girl (three) stamping her foot told by adults she was much ...
ONCE two persons uninvited Came to join my dinner table; For the nonce they lived united, Fox and crane yclept ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the street, a bird perched on the ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
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