Sleep And Poetry (John Keats Poems)
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, ...
John Keats Poems on Thought & Thinking (34 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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
Hyperion. Book II (John Keats Poems)
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
Otho The Great – Act IV (John Keats Poems)
SCENE I. AURANTHE'S Apartment.AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardyWe are cag'd in; you need not ...
Lamia. Part II (John Keats Poems)
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
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 ...
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 ...
To George Felton Mathew (John Keats Poems)
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to viewA ...
Fancy (John Keats Poems)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
Ode To Psyche (John Keats Poems)
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into ...
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 ...
Sharing Eve’s Apple (John Keats Poems)
1.O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing;And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads ...
What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds (John Keats Poems)
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And the black elm ...
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 ...
Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis (John Keats Poems)
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loudUpon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!I look into the chasms, ...
Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. (John Keats Poems)
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!In what diviner moments of the dayArt thou most lovely? -- when gone ...
Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds (John Keats Poems)
O that a week could be an age, and weFelt parting and warm meeting every week,Then one poor year a ...
Fancy (John Keats Poem)
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
To G.A.W. (John Keats Poem)
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?-when gone ...
To John Hamilton Reynolds (John Keats Poem)
O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor ...
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 ...
O Blush Not So! (John Keats Poem)
O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing ...
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 ...
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 ...