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 ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
If we let them, if we are open moments of reflection, awareness being presence, in each instance being educated by ...
Silence steps, into the chapel the open-air sanctuary walking in silence a mere rubbing underfoot less than a crunch pine ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
Do we reach the sea with clocks In our pockets, with the noise of the sea In the sea, or ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
We decided to have the abortion, became killers together. The period that came changed nothing. They were dead, that young ...
I cannot but remember When the year grows old- October-November- How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the ...
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red), And all the day ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
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