John Keats
John Keats (1795–1821) was an English Romantic poet whose odes—"Ode to a Nightingale," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," "To Autumn"—are among the most celebrated in the language.…
"Give me women, wine, and snuff Until I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection; For"
"To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven to breathe a prayer Full in th"
"'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to lis"
"I. Here all the summer could I stay, For there's Bishop's teign And King's teign And Coomb at the clear Teign head Where clo"
"There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away The comfor"
"When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, An"
"Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem,"
"Two or three Posies With two or three simples, Two or three Noses With two or three pimples, Two or three wise men And tw"
"Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? Yes"
"I. In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, There stood, or hover'd, tremulous in the air, A faery city 'neath the potent rule O"
"Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that modest softening that enhances"
"How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy, I could brood Over their beaut"
"Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain Of Cynthia, the wide palace of the sun, The tent of Hesperus, and all his train, The bo"
"No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kist B"
"This mortal body of a thousand days Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays, Hap"
"The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold, strange, as in"
"O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing"
"Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designed To Banish Women from my mind:"
"Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee, And let me call Heavens blessing on thine eyes,"
"What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they have seen, Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Queen! Touch has a memory."
"1. Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the flood Of s"
"I cry your mercy, pity, love! aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmaske"
"Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song; Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view A"
"O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through the mist of passed year"
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fru"
"Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell. Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain Of Cynthia, the wide"
"Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely? when gone far astray Into"
"I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Loves eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell With"
"1. God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the pat"
"In after-time, a sage of mickle lore Yclep'd Typographus, the Giant took, And did refit his limbs as heretofore, And made him read"
"Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish, Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts are"
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains O"
"I. Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, That wh"
"I. There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be He took In his knaps"
"Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom, now from gloominess I mount for ever not an atom less Than the pro"
"Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, When streams of light pour down the golden west, And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The"
"I Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem,"
"Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,"
"Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which"
"Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Long didst"
"I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a"
"1. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless Wit"
"When they were come into Faery's Court They rang, no one at home, all gone to sport And dance and kiss and love as faerys do For Fa"
"Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell Then to"
"The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender"
"What though while the wonders of nature exploring, I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; Nor listen to accents, that almost adorin"
""Under the flag Of each his faction, they to battle bring Their embryo atoms." - Milton. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,"
"There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain; There is a pleas"
"I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droo"
"Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may I woo thee In"
"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tenderness, As if soft Pity, with unusual stress, Had touch'd her pla"
"What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal spirit, been as free A"
"Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell That call'd the folk to evening prayer; The city streets were clean and"
"And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That sill"
"1. Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch,"
"Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread Of shapes, and shadows, and remembrances, T"
"In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them"
"After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From th"
"Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies For more adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes, And"
"Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry; For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye. Not like the formal crest of latter days: But b"