Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. (John Keats Poems)
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!In what diviner moments of the dayArt thou most lovely? -- when gone ...
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!In what diviner moments of the dayArt thou most lovely? -- when gone ...
Give me a golden pen, and let me leanOn heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;Bring me a tablet whiter ...
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,A forester deep in thy midmost trees,Did last eve ask my promise to refineSome English ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?-when gone ...
What though, for showing truth to flattered state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
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