Character Of Charles Brown (John Keats Poems)
I. He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair As hath the seeded thistle when ...
I. He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair As hath the seeded thistle when ...
I.He is to weet a melancholy carle:Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,As hath the seeded thistle when ...
"O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowyHair she unloosed in a torrent of goldThat rippled and fell o'er ...
How constant is hope, how faithful her trend!Ceaselessly doth she walk beside me,With her gaudy touch tippingEach dull task with ...
I heard this old legend a few days ago— A legend so quaint Of Ireland's saint, That to lighten my ...
As bullets come to us they're thin, They're angular, or smooth and fat, Some spiral are, and gimlet in, ...
WHILE the skies of this northern NovemberScowl down with a darkening menace,I wonder if you still rememberThat marvellous summer in ...
A woman taunts her lover: Look at the little darlings in the corn ! The rye is taller than you, ...
Quiet, quiet dead,Have ye aught to sayFrom your hidden bedIn the earthy clay?Fathers, children, mothers,Ye are very quiet;Can ye shout, ...
The scripture calling us to be salt to remember the earth from whence our bodies come To be a light ...
In the time of protest the turning of this page the age of despots ending a new day begun They ...
The maple yellow the leaves now falling the dew creating the tipping point encouraged by the breeze Yellow before the ...
To love Jesus, really love his ministry, his message We need to see him, as he was, as he was ...
My hands did numb to beauty as they reached into Death and tightened! O sovereign was my touch upon the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
In Breughel's great picture, The Kermess, the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal and the blare ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, where are you now, leaning forward a peasant-dressed arm - lark on ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a lens Under a ...
"She was right. I had to find something new. There was only one thing for it." My mother told it ...
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