Otho The Great – Act I (John Keats Poems)
A TRAGEDYIN FIVE ACTSDRAMATIS PERSONSOTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany.LUDOLPH, his Son.CONRAD, Duke of Franconia.ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho.SIGIFRED, ...
John Keats Poems on Forgiveness (13 Poems)
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poems)
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
Otho The Great – Act V (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague ...
Otho The Great – Act III (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. The Country.Enter ALBERT.Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when CainHad no perplexity to hide his head!Or ...
Otho The Great – Act IV (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. AURANTHE'S Apartment.AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardyWe are cag'd in; you need not ...
Lamia. Part II (John Keats Poems)
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
The Gadfly (John Keats Poems)
1.All gentle folks who owe a grudgeTo any living thingOpen your ears and stay your tudgeWhilst I in dudgeon sing.2.The ...
Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles (John Keats Poems)
I.Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speakDefinitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,That what I ...
To Haydon (John Keats Poem)
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...