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Hace 1 día · You say you love; but with a smile. Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid 's nun, And kept his weeks of Ember. O love me truly! III. You say you love but then your lips. Coral tinted teach no blisses, More than coral in the sea.
15 de jun. de 2024 · Richard Monckton Milnes (born June 19, 1809, London, England—died August 11, 1885, Vichy, France) was an English politician, poet, and man of letters. While at Trinity College, Cambridge (1827–30), Milnes joined the socially and artistically progressive Apostles Club, which included among its members the poets Alfred Tennyson and Arthur ...
27 de jun. de 2024 · John Keats was born on October 31, 1795. He was an English Romantic poet who is considered one of the greatest poets in the English language. Keats's poetry is characterized by its beauty, its emotional intensity, and its exploration of themes such as love, loss, and the nature of beauty. He died of tuberculosis in 1821 at the age of 25.
Hace 3 días · I love your hills, and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; But O, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating! I'll put your basket all safe in a nook, Your shawl I'll hang up on this willow, And we will sigh in the daisy's eye, And kiss on a grass - green pillow. John Keats.
Hace 2 días · On A Picture Of Leander. Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly. Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light. Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, And meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so gentle that ye could not see, Untouch'd, a victim of your beauty bright, Sinking away to his young spirit 's night, Sinking bewilder'd 'mid the ...
27 de jun. de 2024 · She, to her chamber gone, a ditty fair. Sang, of delicious love and honey'd dart; He with light steps went up a western hill, And bade the sun farewell, and joy 'd his fill. XI. All close they met again, before the dusk. Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil, All close they met, all eves, before the dusk.
Hace 4 días · But every morn of woodbine fresh. She made her garlanding, And every night the dark glen Yew. She wove, and she would sing. And with her fingers old and brown. She plaited Mats o' Rushes, And gave them to the Cottagers. She met among the Bushes. Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen.
