Daily Archives: July 28, 2015

Poem – Dawlish Fair – John Keats

Over the hill and over the dale,  And over the bourn to Dawlish–  Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale  And gingerbread nuts are smallish.  Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill  And kicked up her petticoats fairly;  Says I … Continue reading

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Poem – His Last Sonnet – John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – An Extempore – John Keats

When they were come into Faery’s Court  They rang — no one at home — all gone to sport  And dance and kiss and love as faerys do  For Faries be as human lovers true —  Amid the woods they … Continue reading

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Poem – A Galloway Song – John Keats

Ah! ken ye what I met the day  Out oure the Mountains  A coming down by craggi[e]s grey  An mossie fountains —  A[h] goud hair’d Marie yeve I pray  Ane minute’s guessing —  For that I met upon the way  … Continue reading

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Poem – Celia – Alexander Pope.

Celia, we know, is sixty-five,  Yet Celia’s face is seventeen;  Thus winter in her breast must live,  While summer in her face is seen.  How cruel Celia’s fate, who hence  Our heart’s devotion cannot try;  Too pretty for our reverence,  … Continue reading

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Poem – Argus – Alexander Pope

When wise Ulysses, from his native coast  Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss’d,  Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone,  To all his friends, and ev’n his Queen unknown,  Changed as he was, with age, and toils, … Continue reading

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Poem – Farewell To London – Alexander Pope

Dear, damn’d distracting town, farewell!  Thy fools no more I’ll tease:  This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,  Ye harlots, sleep at ease!  Soft B– and rough C–s adieu,  Earl Warwick made your moan,  The lively H–k and you  May … Continue reading

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