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 ...
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye ...
YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
SWEET are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I ...
BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The ...
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
A misprint in a newspaper reported: 'Auden stepped from the train and was greeted by a small but enthusiastic crow.' ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
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