Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles (John Keats Poems)
I.Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speakDefinitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,That what I ...
I.Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speakDefinitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,That what I ...
"Under the flagOf each his faction, they to battle bringTheir embryo atoms." ~ Milton.Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,Lethe's weed and ...
Ah! ken ye what I met the dayOut oure the MountainsA coming down by craggis greyAn mossie fountains --A goud ...
I.He is to weet a melancholy carle:Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,As hath the seeded thistle when ...
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled ...
1.Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!All the house is asleep, but we know very wellThat the jealous, the ...
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,Away with old Hock and madeira,Too earthly ye are for my sport;There's a beverage brighter and ...
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,Or else forget the purpose ...
1.O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing;And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads ...
Fill for me a brimming bowlAnd in it let me drown my soul:But put therein some drug, designedTo Banish Women ...
1.O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,The air is all softness, and crystal ...
Give me your patience, sister, while I frameExact in capitals your golden name;Or sue the fair Apollo and he willRouse ...
To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven ...
Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish--Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts ...
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I ...
Hither hither, love-- 'Tis a shady mead--Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed!Hither, hither, sweet-- 'Tis a cowslip bed--Hither, hither, sweet! 'Tis with ...
1.Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen,Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who -- who could ...
1.Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket?Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from ...
IYou say you love ; but with a voiceChaster than a nun's, who singethThe soft Vespers to herselfWhile the chime-bell ...
1.Think not of it, sweet one, so;-- Give it not a tear;Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any, any where.2.Do not ...
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers, ...
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household ...
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric columnSupports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larchStands next door ...
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness; Let us ...
1.In drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity:The north cannot undo themWith a sleety whistle through them;Nor ...
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious ...
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? ...
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And the black elm ...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness ...
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