The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,Whose mean beginning, blushing ...
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, ...
Aloft on footless levels of the night A pilot thunders through the desolate stars, Sees in the misty deep a ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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