Otho The Great – Act II (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
This is a very pleasant sight,—The Moslems thronging to the squareThat lies before their house of prayer!Through narrow streets, that ...
IThen first I knew, seeing that bent grey head,How England honours all her thousand dead.Then first I knew how faith ...
But mortal manWas then far hardier in the old champaign,As well he should be, since a hardier earthHad him begotten; ...
PART I.How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!The bitter, bitter ...
1868Don't cry, mother, don't grievethat I grew up as an outlaw,an outlaw, mother, a rebel,and abandoned you to your sorrow,mourning ...
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.Youth is fit for war, ...
Beautiful as the flying legend of some leopardShe had not chosen yet her captain, nor PrinceDepositary to her flesh, and ...
My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.My father ...
I SAW an idler on a summer dayPiping with Iris by a dancing brook;And all his world was rife with ...
Villages rearward burn. Smoke-black the sky.Torrents of flame pour onward from afarOver the ripened corn and meadow-grass.And from these places ...
But, when they were alone,--and now no more By that subduing presence overawed,-- With free tongue giving loose to wrath ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
So he is dead. A strange, sad story clings About the memory of this mindless man;A tale that strips war's ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
My little love, do you remember,Ere we were grown so sadly wise,Those evenings in the bleak December,Curtained warm from the ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
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