Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818

Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!May I sing to theeAs thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?Or may I woo theeIn earlier Sicilian? or thy..

© John Keats

Two Or Three

Two or three PosiesWith two or three simples--Two or three NosesWith two or three pimples--Two or three wise menAnd two or three ninny's--Two or..

© John Keats

Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December

1.In drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity:The north cannot undo themWith a sleety whistle..

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Sonnet I. To My Brother George

Many the wonders I this day have seen:The sun, when first he kissed away the tearsThat filled the eyes of Morn;—the laurelled peersWho from the..

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Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair

Chief of organic Numbers!Old Scholar of the Spheres!Thy spirit never slumbers,But rolls about our earsFor ever and for ever.O, what a mad..

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Stanzas To Miss Wylie

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

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Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles

I.Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speakDefinitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,That what I want I know not..

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Sonnet Iii. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison

What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,In his immortal spirit, been as freeAs the sky-searching..

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Staffa

Not Aladdin magianEver such a work began;Not the wizard of the DeeEver such a dream could see;Not St. John, in Patmos' Isle,In the passion of his..

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To ****

Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,O what wonders had been toldOf thy lively countenance,And thy humid eyes that danceIn the midst of their own..

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Daisy's Song

IThe sun, with his great eye,Sees not so much as I;And the moon, all silver-proud,Might as well be in a cloud.IIAnd O the spring- the springI lead..

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The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon

1.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 give me some cream..

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Sonnet Ii. To ******

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighsBe echoed swiftly through that ivory shellThine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so wellWould passion arm..

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To -------

1.Think not of it, sweet one, so;--Give it not a tear;Sigh thou mayst, and bid it goAny, any where.2.Do not look so sad, sweet one,--Sad and..

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Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.'

To-night I'll have my friar -- let me thinkAbout my room, -- I'll have it in the pink;It should be rich and sombre, and the moon,Just in its mid-life..

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Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses

As late I rambled in the happy fields,What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dewFrom his lush clover covert;—when anewAdventurous knights take up..

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Sonnet Xii. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour

Give me a golden pen, and let me leanOn heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,Or hand of hymning angel..

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Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove

As from the darkening gloom a silver doveUpsoars, and darts into the eastern light,On pinions that nought moves but pure delight,So fled thy soul..

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Extracts From An Opera

O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,Their godships should pass this into law,--That when a man doth set himself in toilAfter some beauty veiled far..

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Fragment. Where's The Poet?

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

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The Gadfly

1.All gentle folks who owe a grudgeTo any living thingOpen your ears and stay your t[r]udgeWhilst I in dudgeon sing.2.The Gadfly he hath stung me..

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Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown

Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fearFrom my glad bosom, -- now from gloominessI mount for ever -- not an atom lessThan the proud laurel shall..

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Sonnet Vii. To Solitude

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—Nature's observatory—whence..

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Sonnet To Chatterton

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 Genius mildly falsh'd..

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Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio

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 of heart, some..

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