Otho The Great – Act IV (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. AURANTHE'S Apartment.AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardyWe are cag'd in; you need not ...
SCENE I. AURANTHE'S Apartment.AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardyWe are cag'd in; you need not ...
The goodman sat beside his doorOne sultry afternoon,With his young wife singing at his sideAn old and goodly tune.A glimmer ...
The day is closing dark and cold,With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wearThe bloom of ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merelycontemptible, the dangledCarrot the ass follows to market or precipice;But limitary ...
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.You asked for night: it falls: it is here.A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
IT is a moor Barren and treeless; lying high and bare Beneath the arch?d sky. The rushing winds Fly over ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
Though all thy gestures and discourses be Coin'd and stamp'd by modesty; ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
THERE are only two things in the world -The storm in the air and the stretch of green leaves;The flesh ...
What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?None of the sins,-but this and that fair deedWhich a soul's sin at ...
How to wake up without hurt?Restart without horror?My sleep carried meto that kingdom where life is inexistent and I remain ...
Thank you, Sir John; though it's a little strangeTo thank the torturer who makes no change.Thank you. Sir John, you've ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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