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On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing
Of late two dainties were before me plac'dSweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent,From the ninth sphere to me benignly sentThat Gods might know my own..
©  John Keats
Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works
1.Spirit here that reignest!Spirit here that painest!Spirit here that burneth!Spirit here that mourneth!Spirit! I bowMy forehead low,Enshaded with..
©  John Keats
Sonnet 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
Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born
This mortal body of a thousand daysNow fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room,Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays,Happy and thoughtless of..
©  John Keats
To George Felton Mathew
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to viewA fate more pleasing, a..
©  John Keats
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,So on a Delphic reed, my idle sprightSo played, so charmed..
©  John Keats
The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and fairFrom wholesome..
©  John Keats
Riddle: A certain number has three digits. The sum of the three digits equals 36 times this number. Seven times the left digit plus 9 is equal to 5..
Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loudUpon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!I look into the chasms, and a shroudVapourous doth hide them, -- just..
©  John Keats
Sonnet Ix. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are
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
Riddle: My first is a part of the day, My last a conductor of light, My whole to take measure of time, Is useful by day and by night. What am..
Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem
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 bending in a thousand..
©  John Keats
hat The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mistAnd the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,To thee..
©  John Keats
Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skiesFor more adornment a full thousand years;She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,And shap'd and tinted..
©  John Keats
Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
Good Kosciusko, thy great name aloneIs a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;It comes upon us like the glorious pealingOf the wide spheres -- an..
©  John Keats
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe'
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 he here and there full..
©  John Keats
Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown
I.He is to weet a melancholy carle:Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,As hath the seeded thistle when in parleIt holds the Zephyr, ere it..
©  John Keats
Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again
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
Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creepLike whispers of the household gods that keepA..
©  John Keats
To Charles Cowden Clarke
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;He slants his neck beneath the waters brightSo..
©  John Keats
Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story Of Rimini'
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek,Let him with this sweet tale full often seekFor meadows where the..
©  John Keats
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of
In after-time, a sage of mickle loreYclep'd Typographus, the Giant took,And did refit his limbs as heretofore,And made him read in many a learned..
©  John Keats
Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England
Happy is England! I could be contentTo see no other verdure than its own;To feel no other breezes than are blownThrough its tall woods with high..
©  John Keats
Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander
Come hither all sweet Maidens soberlyDown looking aye, and with a chasten'd lightHid in the fringes of your eyelids white,And meekly let your fair..
©  John Keats
Sonnet To Spenser
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,A forester deep in thy midmost trees,Did last eve ask my promise to refineSome English that might strive thine..
©  John Keats