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").
To John Hamilton Reynolds
O that a week could be an age, and weFelt parting and warm meeting every week,Then one poor year a thousand years would be,The flush of welcome ever..
© John Keats
To Haydon With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
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 where..
© John Keats
Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,There came before my eyes that wonted threadOf shapes, and shadows, and remembrances,That every other..
© John Keats
Sonnet To Sleep
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,Enshaded in..
© John Keats
A Thing Of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a..
© John Keats
o G.A.W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!In what diviner moments of the dayArt thou most lovely?—when gone far astrayInto the labyrinths of..
© John Keats
Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
When I have fears that I may cease to beBefore my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,Before high piled books, in charactry,Hold like rich garners the..
© John Keats
Song Of The Indian Maid, From 'Endymion'
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes? Or is it thy..
© John Keats
Sleep And Poetry
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmeteWas unto me, but why that I ne mightRest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight[As I suppose] had more of hertis..
© John Keats
On A Dream
As Hermes once took to his feathers lightWhen lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,So on a Delphic reed my idle sprightSo play'd, so charm'd, so..
© John Keats
Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow
'Under the flagOf each his faction, they to battle bringTheir embryo atoms.' ~ Milton.Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,Lethe's weed and Hermes'..
© John Keats
Character Of Charles Brown
I.He is to weet a melancholy carle:Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hairAs hath the seeded thistle when in parleIt holds the Zephyr, ere it..
© John Keats
Song. I Had A Dove
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 tiedWith a single thread of..
© John Keats
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..
© John Keats
Lamia. Part I
Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd..
© John Keats
Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe
This pleasant tale is like a little copse:The honied lines so freshly interlace,To keep the reader in so sweet a place,So that he here and there..
© John Keats
Sharing Eve's Apple
1.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.2.There's a blush for..
© John Keats
I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,The air was cooling, and so very still,That the sweet buds which with a modest pridePull droopingly, in slanting..
© John Keats
Written Before Re-Reading King Lear
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!Leave melodizing on this wintry day,Shut up thine olden pages, and be..
© John Keats
Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and thereAmong the bushes half leafless, and dry;The stars look very cold about the sky,And I have many miles..
© John Keats
To Ailsa Rock
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid,Give answer by thy voice—the sea-fowls' screams!When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?When from the sun..
© John Keats
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..
© John Keats
To Byron
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!Attuning still the soul to tenderness,As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,Had touch'd her plaintive lute, and..
© John Keats
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Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighsBe echoed swiftly through that ivory shell,Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so wellWould passion arm..
© John Keats
To Homer
Standing aloof in giant ignorance,Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.So..
© John Keats