I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill (John Keats Poems)
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
A. Our Father, who the universe didst frame — Our Father, from whose Love all blessings flow, Hallow'd for ever be thy ...
THE BURGHERS.THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,But the father continued precisely as he had begun itWhat ...
BLEST were those days! Can these dull ages boastAught to compare? though now no more beguile,Chain'd in their darkling depths, ...
I'M thinking, Charles, 't is just a year,Or will be, very soon,Since first you told me of your love,One glorious ...
One morn I looked across the way, And saw you fling your window wide To welcome in the breath of May In breezes ...
2.Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrillssoothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).Honesty deceived, yet I will be ...
You bid me try, blue-eyes, to writeA Rondeau. What! — forthwith? — tonight?Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; But ...
While thus the gentle Aziel, at the sight Of holiness, to thoughts of Heaven recalled, Stood contrite, watchful,--by far different ...
The fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train,None taught the trees a nobler race ...
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do? Me still the cruel boy does spare; ...
My Aunt Evangeline has come To visit Melbourne town,Garbed for its Glad Centenary In frill and festal gown.And Aunties says ...
SWEET spot! with magic scenery graced,The abode of elegance and taste,Where Nature's charms, improv'd by art,Pour delight o'er every heart:Here ...
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
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