Didst thou but know, Shakespeare |
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snowAs seek to quench the fire of love with words. Lucetta. I do not seek to quench your lov...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:31:00 GMT |
Ode on Melancholy, Keats |
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 ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:26:00 GMT |
Hyperion, Keats |
>>Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round abou...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:20:00 GMT |
