Lines (John Keats Poems)
1.Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen,Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who -- who could ...
1.Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen,Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who -- who could ...
Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:-- All yesternight I had a dreary dream: Methought I walked in desert Academe Among fallen ...
Unprofitably pleasing, and unsound.When Heaven gave liberty to fraile dull earth,To bringe foorth plenty that in ills abound,Which ripest, yet ...
THY fortunes are too full. The gods do not. Sanction in mortals such felicity.Let all be broken off 'twixt thee ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
(Outward Bound)AWAY, away she plunges With her white sails o'er her spread,Like the summer clouds that gather On ...
Men of our race, we send you oneRound whom Victoria's holy nameIs halo from the sunken sunOf her grand Summer's ...
I serve a mistress whiter than snow, Straighter than cedar, brighter than the glass, Finer in trip and swifter than ...
Have you supped at the Inn of Apollo,While the last light fades from the West?Has the Lord of the Sun, ...
THIS is the year's despair: some wind last night Utter'd too soon the irrevocable word, And the leaves heard it, ...
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, ...
Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, ...
The dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship- This, all this beauty blooming, ...
there are eyes that refuse to exist in the fresh air - they are invented by the lies of paint ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
The ripest peach is highest on the tree -- And so her love, beyond the reach of me, Is dearest ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and ...
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