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 ...
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To ...
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs ...
Since shed or cottage I have none, I sing the more, that thou hast one; To whose glad threshold, and ...
I towered far, and lo! I stood within The presence of the Lord Most High, Sent thither by the sons ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Seek not the Spirit, if it hide, Inexorable to thy zeal: Baby, do not whine and chide; Art thou not ...
Dear, why should you command me to my rest When now the night doth summon all to sleep? Methinks this ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Art thou a Patriot Traveller? on this field Did FALKLAND fall the blameless and the brave Beneath a Tyrant's banners: ...
And they have drown'd thee then at last! poor Phillis! The burthen of old age was heavy on thee. And ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, ...
Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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