The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
YON whey-faced brother, who delights to wearA weedy flux of ill-conditioned hair,Seems of the sort that in a crowded placeOne ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
ALAS, for the blight of my fancies! Alas, for the fall of my pride! I planned, in my girlish romances, ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
To you who'd read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I'll say (you've heard it ...
O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker, "Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost, ...
In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
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