Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
A TRAGEDYIN FIVE ACTSDRAMATIS PERSONSOTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany.LUDOLPH, his Son.CONRAD, Duke of Franconia.ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho.SIGIFRED, ...
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir ...
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
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 ...
SCENE I. A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague ...
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, ...
SCENE I. The Country.Enter ALBERT.Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when CainHad no perplexity to hide his head!Or ...
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
SCENE I. AURANTHE'S Apartment.AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardyWe are cag'd in; you need not ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past,My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercastWith heaviness; in seasons when I've thoughtNo ...
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,Amazed were those Titans utterly.O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes;For thou ...
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;He slants his neck beneath ...
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,There came before my eyes that wonted threadOf shapes, and shadows, and ...
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to viewA ...
O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,Their godships should pass this into law,--That when a man doth set himself ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into ...
1.Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more ...
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.Not like the formal crest ...
There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the ...
What though while the wonders of nature exploring,I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend;Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring,Bless ...
I.Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speakDefinitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,That what I ...
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,Away with old Hock and madeira,Too earthly ye are for my sport;There's a beverage brighter and ...
1.O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing;And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads ...
Fill for me a brimming bowlAnd in it let me drown my soul:But put therein some drug, designedTo Banish Women ...
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And the black elm ...
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, ...
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