Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be (John Keats Poems)
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, ...
John Keats Poems on Night (56 Poems)
Sonnet I. To My Brother George (John Keats Poems)
Many the wonders I this day have seen:The sun, when first he kissed away the tearsThat filled the eyes of ...
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art (John Keats Poems)
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids ...
Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander (John Keats Poems)
Come hither all sweet Maidens soberlyDown looking aye, and with a chasten'd lightHid in the fringes of your eyelids white,And ...
Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt’s Poem ‘The Story of Rimini’ (John Keats Poems)
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek,Let him with this sweet tale full ...
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare’s Poems, Facing ‘A Lover’s Complaint’ (John Keats Poems)
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal ...
Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ (John Keats Poems)
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
His Last Sonnet (John Keats Poem)
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, ...
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 ...
Fancy (John Keats Poem)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ode On Indolence (John Keats Poem)
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
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 ...
To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
To My Brothers (John Keats Poem)
Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the ...
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 Psyche (John Keats Poem)
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be (John Keats Poem)
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled ...
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 ...