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To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time …
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Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs …
Read Poem »This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, …
Read Poem »Think Of It Not, Sweet One
Think not of it, sweet one, so;— Give it not …
Read Poem »The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are …
Read Poem »The Gadfly
1. All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any …
Read Poem »The Eve Of St. Agnes
St. Agnes’ Eve–Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for …
Read Poem »The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell …
Read Poem »The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
1. Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what …
Read Poem »The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! …
Read Poem »The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale — Unfinished
John Keats I. In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, There …
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