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 Silver (25 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 ...
Lamia. Part I (John Keats Poems)
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, ...
I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill (John Keats Poems)
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
Calidore: A Fragment (John Keats Poems)
Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;His healthful spirit eager and awakeTo feel the beauty of a silent eve,Which seem'd ...
Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds (John Keats Poems)
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,There came before my eyes that wonted threadOf shapes, and shadows, and ...
The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment (John Keats Poems)
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
To **** (John Keats Poems)
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,O what wonders had been toldOf thy lively countenance,And thy humid eyes that danceIn ...
Ode To Apollo (John Keats Poems)
1.In thy western halls of goldWhen thou sittest in thy state,Bards, that erst sublimely toldHeroic deeds, and sang of fate,With ...
Imitation Of Spenser (John Keats Poems)
Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame, Silv'ring ...
Teignmouth: “Some Doggerel,” Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon (John Keats Poems)
I.Here all the summer could I stay, For there's Bishop's teign And King's teignAnd Coomb at the clear Teign head-- Where close by ...
To Some Ladies (John Keats Poems)
What though while the wonders of nature exploring,I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend;Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring,Bless ...
Lines (John Keats Poems)
1.Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen,Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who -- who could ...
Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove (John Keats Poems)
As from the darkening gloom a silver doveUpsoars, and darts into the eastern light,On pinions that nought moves but pure ...
Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer’s Eve (John Keats Poems)
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,When streams of light pour down the golden west,And on the balmy ...
Sonnet XII. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour (John Keats Poems)
Give me a golden pen, and let me leanOn heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;Bring me a tablet whiter ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lines (John Keats Poem)
Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, ...
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 ...
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour (John Keats Poem)
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a ...