To Haydon (John Keats Poem)
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, ...
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Say, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty God, That moves sublime from Idumea's road? In Bosrah's dies, with martial glories ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's face And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place, Fondly ...
Thou dost to rich attire a grace, To let it deck itself with thee, And teachest pomp strange cunning ways ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
As in the hostel by the bridge I sate, Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete, And (O strange chance, more ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
Indelicate is he who loathes The aspect of his fleshy clothes, -- The flying fabric stitched on bone, The vesture ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Last night a pale young Moon was wed Unto the amorous, eager Sea; Her maiden veil of mist she wore ...
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