The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
WITH eagerness he drinks the treach'rous potion, Nor stops to rest, by the first taste misled; Sweet is the draught, ...
It doesn't matter what's the cause, What wrong they say we're righting, A curse for treaties, bonds and laws, When ...
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
THE turtle on yon withered bough, That lately mourned her murdered mate, Has found another comrade now-- Such changes all ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca A dream it was in which I found myself. And you ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
Only the stars endome the lonely camp, Only the desert leagues encompass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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