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John Keats: Ode

To AutumnSonnetsOde Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the sphe…

Brewer's: Ode

Prince of The Ode. Pierre de Ronsard, a French lyrist. (1524-1585.) Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894OdhaerirOdds A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O …

John Keats: Ode to May

O thou whose face hath felt th...On a DreamOde to May Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiæ? Or may I woo thee In earlier S…

Coleridge: Dejection: an Ode

France: an OdeYouth and AgeDejection: an Ode 55, 1 of motto-*yestreen*. Abbreviation of "yester-even," yesterday evening. 58, 82-*But now afflictions*, etc. In March 1801 Coleridge wrote…

John Keats: Ode on Melancholy

by John Keats To AutumnOde on Melancholy No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd …

John Keats: Ode to a Nightingale

by John Keats Ode on a Grecian UrnOde to a Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the …

John Keats: Ode to Psyche

by John Keats Ode on a Grecian UrnFancyOde to Psyche O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should b…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Ode

OdeSung in the Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire. The cannon booms from town…

Coleridge: France: an Ode

Kubla KhanDejection: an OdeFrance: an Ode When Coleridge republished this poem in the Post in 1802 he prefixed to it the following Argument First Stanza. An invocation to those objects …

Coleridge: France: an Ode

LoveDejection: an OdeFrance: an Ode I Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause, Whose pathless march no mortal may control! Ye Ocean-Waves! that, wheresoe'er ye roll, Yie…