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John Keats

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.…

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"CANTO I.     Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave     A paradise for a sect; the savage, too,     From forth the loftiest fashion of h"

"Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there     Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;     The stars look very cold about the sky,     A"

"Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,     And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep     Like whispers of the household g"

"Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs     Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell     Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well"

"I     O Blush not so! O blush not so!     Or I shall think you knowing;     And if you smile the blushing while,     Then maidenheads are going."

"Standing aloof in giant ignorance,     Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,     As one who sits ashore and longs perchance     To visit dolphin-"

"Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,     With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek,     Let him with this sweet tale full often seek     Fo"

"Give me a golden pen, and let me lean     On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;     Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,     Or han"

"Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,     And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;     He slants his neck beneath the waters b"

"Where be ye going, you Devon maid?     And what have ye there i' the basket?     Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,     Will ye"

"Of late two dainties were before me plac'd     Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent,     From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent     That G"

"I.     Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!     Lorenzo, a young palmer in Loves eye!     They could not in the self-same mansion dwell     With"

"Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high ro"

"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, And the b"

"Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household gods that keep"

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sle"

"Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance To visit dolphin-coral in de"

"Bards of Passion and of Mirth,     Ye have left your souls on earth!     Have ye souls in heaven too,     Doubled-lived in regions new?     Ye"

"As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete     Was unto me, but why that I ne might     Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight     [As I suppose"

"Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,     Away with old Hock and madeira,     Too earthly ye are for my sport;     There's a beverage brighter and"

"1.     Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,     Alone and palely loitering?     The sedge is withered from the lake,     And no birds sing. 2"

"To-night I'll have my friar, let me think     About my room, I'll have it in the pink;     It should be rich and sombre, and the moon,     Just"

"The poetry of earth is never dead:     When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,     And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run     From"

"Hither hither, love     'Tis a shady mead     Hither, hither, love!     Let us feed and feed!     Hither, hither, sweet     'Tis a cowslip b"

"Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone     Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;     It comes upon us like the glorious pealing     Of t"

"Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud     Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!     I look into the chasms, and a shroud     Vapourous doth"

"I.     He is to weet a melancholy carle:     Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair     As hath the seeded thistle when in parle     It holds"

"It keeps eternal whisperings around     Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell     Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell     Of"

"Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,     Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,     Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,"

"Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings     Hyperion slid into the rustled air,     And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place     Wher"

"I     He is to weet a melancholy carle:     Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,     As hath the seeded thistle when in parle     It holds"

"1     Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!     All the house is asleep, but we know very well     That the jealous, the jealous old bald-"

"Fire, Air, Earth, and Water,     Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and Breama.     Salamander.     Happy, happy glowing fire!     Zephyr.     F"

"Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;     There are four seasons in the mind of man:     He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear     Tak"

"I.     Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy     To those who woo her with too slavish knees,     But makes surrender to some thoughtless b"

"Son of the old Moon-mountains African!     Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!     We call thee fruitful, and that very while     A desert fill"

"This pleasant tale is like a little copse:     The honied lines do freshly interlace,     To keep the reader in so sweet a place,     So that h"

"Souls of Poets dead and gone,     What Elysium have ye known,     Happy field or mossy cavern,     Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?     Have y"

"All gentle folks who owe a grudge     To any living thing     Open your ears and stay your t[r]udge     Whilst I in dudgeon sing.     The Ga"

"Deep in the shady sadness of a vale     Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,     Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,     Sat gr"

"Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,     A forester deep in thy midmost trees,     Did last eve ask my promise to refine     Some English that"

"As late I rambled in the happy fields,     What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew     From his lush clover covert; when anew     Advent"

"Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly     Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light     Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white,     And me"

"As from the darkening gloom a silver dove     Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light,     On pinions that nought moves but pure delight,"

"O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!     Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!     Leave melodizing on this wintry day,     Shut up thine"

"Ever let the Fancy roam,     Pleasure never is at home:     At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,     Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;     Then"

"1.     Old Meg she was a gypsy;     And liv'd upon the moors:     Her bed it was the brown heath turf,     And her house was out of doors. 2."

"Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,     Amazed were those Titans utterly.     O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes;     For thou a"

"Brother belov'd if health shall smile again,     Upon this wasted form and fever'd cheek:     If e'er returning vigour bid these weak     And l"

"O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,     Their godships should pass this into law,     That when a man doth set himself in toil     After some"

"Spirit here that reignest!     Spirit here that painest!     Spirit here that burneth!     Spirit here that mourneth!     Spirit! I bow     M"

"Ah! ken ye what I met the day     Out oure the Mountains     A coming down by craggi[e]s grey     An mossie fountains     A[h] goud hair'd Mar"

"As Hermes once took to his feathers light     When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,     So on a Delphic reed my idle spright     So pl"

"Many the wonders I this day have seen:     The sun, when first he kissed away the tears     That filled the eyes of Morn; the laurelled peers"

"1.     One morn before me were three figures seen,     I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;     And one behind the other stepp'd sere"

"Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,     Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,     Or else forget the purpose of the nigh"

"Part 1     Upon a time, before the faery broods     Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,     Before King Oberons bright diadem,"

"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art     Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night     And watching, with eternal lids apart,     Li"

"Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,     O what wonders had been told     Of thy lively countenance,     And thy humid eyes that dance     In the"

"Where's the Poet? show him! show him,     Muses nine! that I may know him.     'Tis the man who with a man     Is an equal, be he King,     Or"

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