Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The silken threads by viewless spinners spun, Which float so idly on the summer air, And help to make each ...
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May ...
My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes. The odorous winds are weaving ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
If instead of being hanged by the neck you're thrown inside for not giving up hope in the world, your ...
(For Maia and Julie) Drifting night in the Georgia pines, coonskin drum and jubilee banjo. Pretty Malinda, dance with me. ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, ...
Woven threads, back and forth weaving a story, a rich fabric strong fibers, bright colors words repeating the message the ...
A picture may speak a thousand words but some stories, told well living without pictures Visual words, conjure images, memories, ...
random connection to long forgotten facts scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness triggered by a word, a conversation, music, ...
Capturing minutiae slices of time carved from the flow of my life segmenting the ebb and rush of phone and ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
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