Lines from Endymion (John Keats Poem)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loviliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still ...
John Keats Poems on Sleep (49 Poems)
Fancy (John Keats Poem)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
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 Ailsa Rock (John Keats Poem)
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid, Give answer by thy voice-the sea-fowls' screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? 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 ...
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 Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone (John Keats Poem)
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm ...
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 ...
Robin Hood (John Keats Poem)
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time (John Keats Poem)
My spirit is too weak; mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of ...
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 ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (John Keats Poem)
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
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 Sleep (John Keats Poem)
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, ...
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 ...
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 ...