Sonnet To Homer (John Keats Poems)
Standing aloof in giant ignorance,Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo visit ...
John Keats Poems on Heaven (46 Poems)
Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 (John Keats Poems)
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to theeAs thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may ...
Fragment of an Ode to Maia (John Keats Poem)
MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of ...
Ode to Fanny (John Keats Poem)
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) (John Keats Poem)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still ...
To Homer (John Keats Poem)
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Human Seasons (John Keats Poem)
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
On The Sea (John Keats Poem)
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell ...
To Hope (John Keats Poem)
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
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 ...