Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
snow seen in the valleys off the highway down below, the road I traveled by the brooks, cling to the ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
In the bramble at the edge of the lawn Before the woods, Where pillows of snow perched in winter Green ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
Toothed eyes fly Over still waters Around us purple lips Flutter from branches Screams hit the blue And fall onto ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Under his helmet, up against his pack, After the many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the ...
I would I had thrust my hands of flesh Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, Into the mirror-like core of fire Of ...
The gulls are mad-in-love with the river, And the river unveils her face and smiles. In her sleep-brooding eyes they ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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