I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill (John Keats Poems)
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
WHEN evening's pale light had retired from the plain,And night had the valley o'erspread;When the dew was converted to big ...
The shepherd sings:-- "_Way down in Dixie, Way down in Dixie,Where the hens are dog-gone glad to lay_ ..."With shaded eyes he ...
Delightful is this loneliness; it calmsMy heart: pleasant the cool beneath these elms,That throw across the stream a moveless shade.Here ...
There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the ...
THE glory has passed from the goldenrod's plume,The purple-hued asters still linger in bloomThe birch is bright yellow, the sumachs ...
Should I long that dark were fair? Say, O song.Lacks my love aught that I should long?Dark the night with ...
From the great trees the locusts cryIn quavering ecstatic duo—a boyShouts a wild call—a mourning doveIn the blue distance sobs—the ...
RESTORATION OF THE SUN AND MOON.Thus has Fire returned to NorthlandBut the gold Moon is not shining,Neither gleams the silver ...
ON thy grey bark, in witness of my flame,I carve Miranda's cypher--Beauteous tree!Graced with the lovely letters of her name,Henceforth ...
XCIIThe crocus opened slowly yesterday, And in its sod the grass began to stir, The softening air was humming to ...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
Go Valentine and tell that lovely maid Whom Fancy still will pourtray to my sight, How her Bard lingers in ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
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