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John Keats: Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison
by JohnKeatsTo * * * * * *How many bards gild the lapses of time!Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state Kind Hunt was shut…John Keats: How many bards gild the lapses of time!
by JohnKeatsWritten on the day that Mr. Le...To a Friend who sent me some RosesHow many bards gild the lapses of time! How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever…John Keats: To a Friend who sent me some Roses
by JohnKeatsHow many bards gild the lapses of time!To G. A. W.To a Friend who sent me some Roses As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew…John Keats: O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
by JohnKeatsTo G. A. W.To My BrothersO Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with…John Keats: Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
by JohnKeatsTo My BrothersTo one who has been long in city pent,Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half…John Keats: "Places of nestling green for Poets made."
by JohnKeatsTo Leigh Hunt, Esq.Specimen of an Induction to a Poem"Places of nestling green for Poets made." "Places of nestling green for Poets made." Story of Rimini I stood tip-toe upon…John Keats: On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies
by JohnKeatsTo Some LadiesTo * * * *On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze…Hunt, Leigh
(Encyclopedia) Hunt, Leigh (James Henry Leigh Hunt)Hunt, Leighlē [key], 1784–1859, English poet, critic, and journalist. He was a friend of the eminent literary men of his time, and his home was the…Amy Lowell: To John Keats
To John KeatsGreat master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung In crimson-sphered completeness; guardian…Cullen, Countee
(Encyclopedia) Cullen, CounteeCullen, Counteekounˈtēˈ [key], 1903–46, American poet, b. New York City, grad. New York Univ. 1925, M.A. Harvard, 1926. A major writer of the Harlem Renaissance—a…Trending
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