For There's Bishop's TeignLines Rhymed in a Letter from OxfordLa Belle Dame sans Merci A Ballad Original version Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?…
Why did I laugh to-night? No v...Written in the Cottage Where Burns was Born This mortal body of a thousand days
Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room,
Where thou didst dream alone…
by JohnKeatsOn first looking into Chapman's HomerAddressed to HaydonOn leaving some Friends at an early Hour Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heap'd up flowers, in regions clear…
by JohnKeatsTo KosciuskoHappy is England! I could be content Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through…
Bright star! would I were sted...Four Seasons fill the measure ...The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft…
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love!O thou whose face hath felt th...If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d,
And, like Andromeda,…
by JohnKeatsTo My Brother GeorgeTo George Felton Mathew Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;
Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view
A…
PrayerJohn Donne O ETERNAL and most gracious God, who as thou givest all for nothing, if we consider any precedent merit in us, so givest nothing for nothing, if we consider the…
PrayerJohn Donne O ETERNAL and most gracious God, who having married man and woman together, and made them one flesh, wouldst have them also to become one soul, so as that they might maintain…
