To ——-. (John Keats Poems)
1.Think not of it, sweet one, so;-- Give it not a tear;Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any, any where.2.Do not ...
John Keats Poems on Sadness (58 Poems)
Fragment: Modern Love (John Keats Poems)
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers, ...
On A Dream (John Keats Poems)
As Hermes once took to his feathers light When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,So on a Delphic reed my idle ...
Sonnet. On Peace (John Keats Poems)
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy presence blessThe dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle;Soothing with placid brow our late distress,Making ...
A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca (John Keats Poems)
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,So on a Delphic reed, my idle ...
Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition (John Keats Poems)
The church bells toll a melancholy round,Calling the people to some other prayers,Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,More hearkening to ...
Sonnet To Chatterton (John Keats Poems)
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!Dear child of sorrow -- son of misery!How soon the film of death obscur'd ...
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paulo And Francesca (John Keats Poems)
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,So on a Delphic reed, my idle ...
To Fanny (John Keats Poems)
I cry your mercy--pity--love!--aye, love!Merciful love that tantalizes not,One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,Unmasked, and being seen--without a blot!O! let me have ...
Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are (John Keats Poems)
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and thereAmong the bushes half leafless, and dry;The stars look very cold about the ...
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 ...
Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There (John Keats Poems)
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold ...
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 ...
Think Of It Not, Sweet One (John Keats Poem)
Think not of it, sweet one, so;--- Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any---anywhere. ...
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 ...
A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca (John Keats Poems)
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, ...
To Fanny (John Keats Poem)
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen-without a blot! ...
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 ...
Written On A Summer Evening (John Keats Poem)
The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, ...
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 ...
Ode On Melancholy (John Keats Poem)
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
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 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 On A Grecian Urn (John Keats Poem)
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
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 ...