John Keats

"Full many a dreary hour have I past,     My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast     With heaviness; in seasons when I've thought     No sphe"

"O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung     By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,     And pardon that thy secrets should be sung"

"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"

"If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,     And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet     Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;     Let u"

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

"I     St. Agnes Eve Ah, bitter chill it was!     The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;     The hare limpd trembling through the frozen gras"

"O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!     Dear child of sorrow son of misery!     How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,     Whence Geniu"

"Not Aladdin magian     Ever such a work began;     Not the wizard of the Dee     Ever such a dream could see;     Not St. John, in Patmos' Isl"

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:     Its loveliness increases; it will never     Pass into nothingness; but still will keep     A bower qui"

"Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;     His healthful spirit eager and awake     To feel the beauty of a silent eve,     Which seem'd ful"

"Chief of organic Numbers!     Old Scholar of the Spheres!     Thy spirit never slumbers,     But rolls about our ears     For ever and for eve"

"To A Friend     No! those days are gone away,     And their hours are old and gray,     And their minutes buried all     Under the down-trodden p"

"Glory and loveliness have pass'd away;     For if we wander out in early morn,     No wreathed incense do we see upborne     Into the east, to"

"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,     Let it not be among the jumbled heap     Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,     Nature's o"

"There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago, true she h"

"When I have fears that I may cease to be     Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,     Before high piled books, in charactry,     Hold li"

"Thou still unravishd bride of quietness,     Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,     Sylvan historian, who canst thus express     A fl"

"The church bells toll a melancholy round,     Calling the people to some other prayers,     Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,     Mor"

"1.     In thy western halls of gold     When thou sittest in thy state,     Bards, that erst sublimely told     Heroic deeds, and sang of fate,"

"High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,     A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,     Dwells here and there with people of no name,     In"

"This living hand, now warm and capable     Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold     And in the icy silence of the tomb,     So haunt thy"

"I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;     And I have thought it died of grieving:     O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied     With"

"I.     Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!     The flower will bloom another year.     Weep no more! oh, weep no more!     Young buds sleep in the ro"

"Give me your patience, sister, while I frame     Exact in capitals your golden name;     Or sue the fair Apollo and he will     Rouse from his"

"O that a week could be an age, and we     Felt parting and warm meeting every week,     Then one poor year a thousand years would be,     The f"

"Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,     How many mice and rats hast in thy days     Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze     With"

"O soft embalmer of the still midnight!     Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,     Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,"

"Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;     He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,     Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake,     Catches"

"Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid!     Give answer by thy voice, the sea-fowls' screams!     When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?"

"O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,     The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,     The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,"