Last Sonnet (John Keats Poem)
BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with ...
John Keats Poems on Death & Dying (44 Poems)
To Byron (John Keats Poem)
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tenderness, As if soft Pity, with unusual stress, Had ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Isabella or The Pot of Basil (John Keats Poem)
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Endymion: Book IV (John Keats Poem)
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Hymn To Apollo (John Keats Poem)
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
Epistle To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art (John Keats Poem)
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with ...
Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell (John Keats Poem)
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Ode To A Nightingale (John Keats Poem)
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...