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John Keats: I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love!
Four Seasons fill the measure ...If by dull rhymes our English ...I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-…John Keats: O thou whose face hath felt the WinterâÂÂs wind,
If by dull rhymes our English ...Ode to MayO thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And…Holy Man
Director:Stephen HerekWriter:Tom SchulmanTouchstone Pictures; PG; 113 minutesRelease:10/98Cast:Eddie Murphy, Jeff Goldblum, Kelly Preston, Robert Loggia, Jon Cryer and Eric McCormack Holy cow…The Bone Collector
Director:Phillip NoyceWriter:Jeremy IaconeUniversal Pictures; R; 118 minutesRelease:11/99Cast:Denzel Washington, Angelina Jolie, Queen Latifah In the vein of Seven comes The Bone Collector, a…Jay-Z
The BlueprintRoc-A-Fella/Island Def Jam He's had a mess of a year with legal battles, while awaiting two separate trials, but rapper Jay-Z's still got the world on a string. The Blueprint…Louise Glück Biography
Louise GlückpoetBorn: 4/22/1943Birthplace: New York City Glück tackles her subjects with an insightful, often disturbing honesty. In Ararat (1990), she powerfully and unflinchingly examines…Leonora Speyer: A Note from the Pipes
A Note from the PipesLeonora SpeyerPan, blow your pipes and I will be Your fern, your pool, your dream, your tree!I heard you play, caught your swift eye, "A pretty melody!" called I, "Hail,…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXII
Sonnet XXXI Sonnet XXXIII XXXII If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LV
Sonnet LIV Sonnet LVI LV Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone,…John Keats: To My Brothers
by JohnKeatsO Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'r...To My Brothers Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er…Trending
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