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 Soul (40 Poems)
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio (John Keats Poems)
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 ...
Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem (John Keats Poems)
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
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 ...
Otho The Great – Act III (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. The Country.Enter ALBERT.Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when CainHad no perplexity to hide his head!Or ...
Otho The Great – Act II (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:I leave it all to ...
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 ...
To Charles Cowden Clarke (John Keats Poems)
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;He slants his neck beneath ...
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 ...
Ode On A Grecian Urn (John Keats Poems)
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 ...
To Hope (John Keats Poems)
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;When no fair dreams before my "mind's ...
Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns’s Country (John Keats Poems)
There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the ...
A Thing Of Beauty (John Keats Poems)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA ...
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 ...
Ode On Melancholy (John Keats Poems)
1.No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed By ...
Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton’s Hair (John Keats Poems)
Chief of organic Numbers!Old Scholar of the Spheres!Thy spirit never slumbers,But rolls about our earsFor ever and for ever.O, what ...
Lines On The Mermaid Tavern (John Keats Poems)
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled ...
A Draught Of Sunshine (John Keats Poems)
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,Away with old Hock and madeira,Too earthly ye are for my sport;There's a beverage brighter and ...
Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl (John Keats Poems)
Fill for me a brimming bowlAnd in it let me drown my soul:But put therein some drug, designedTo Banish Women ...
Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers (John Keats Poems)
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household ...
Sonnet To Sleep (John Keats Poems)
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness ...
Sonnet To Byron (John Keats Poems)
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!Attuning still the soul to tenderness,As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,Had touch'd her plaintive ...
Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born (John Keats Poems)
This mortal body of a thousand daysNow fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room,Where thou didst dream alone ...
Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl (John Keats Poem)
Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designed ...
To Byron (John Keats Poem)
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tenderness, As if soft Pity, with unusual stress, Had ...
Lines On The Mermaid Tavern (John Keats Poem)
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid ...
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 ...