Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art (John Keats Poem)
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with ...
John Keats Poems (238 Poems)
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 Fame (John Keats Poem)
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
Ode On Indolence (John Keats Poem)
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
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 ...
To My Brother George (John Keats Poem)
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
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 ...
The Human Seasons (John Keats Poem)
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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 ...
In Drear-Nighted December (John Keats Poem)
In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With ...
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 ...
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 ...
On The Sea (John Keats Poem)
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell ...
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, ...
To Solitude (John Keats Poem)
O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb ...
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 ...
On The Grasshopper And Cricket (John Keats Poem)
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in ...
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 ...
On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer (John Keats Poems)
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands ...
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 ...
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be (John Keats Poem)
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled ...
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 ...
To Autumn (John Keats Poem)
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...