Daily Archives: July 18, 2015

Poem – Fancy – John Keats 

Ever let the Fancy roam,  Pleasure never is at home:  At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,  Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;  Then let winged Fancy wander  Through the thought still spread beyond her:  Open wide the mind’s cage-door,  She’ll … Continue reading

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Poem – Bright Star – John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night  And watching, with eternal lids apart,  Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,  The moving waters at their priestlike task  Of pure ablution round earth’s … Continue reading

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Poem – A Party of Lovers – John Keats

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,  Or else forget the purpose of the night,  Forget their tea — forget their appetite.  See with cross’d arms they sit — ah! happy … Continue reading

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Poem – A Draught of Sunshine – John Keats. 

Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira,  Too earthly ye are for my sport;  There’s a beverage brighter and clearer.  Instead of a piriful rummer,  My wine overbrims a whole summer;  My bowl is the sky,  And … Continue reading

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