John Keats – Bards of Passion and of Mirth...

Bards of Passion and of Mirth,Ye have left your souls on earth!Have ye souls in heaven too,Doubled-lived in regions new?Yes, and those of heaven communeWith the spheres of sun and moon;With the noise of fountains wondrous,And the parle of voices thund'rous;With the whisper of heaven's...

John Keats – 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 romances blent:Yet do I sometimes feel a languishmentFor skies Italian, and an inward groanTo sit upon an Alp as on a throne,And half forget...

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 eseThan I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese.CHAUCERWhat is more gentle than a wind in summer?What is more soothing than the pretty hummerThat...

John Keats – 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 forgetfulness divine;O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes.Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy...

John Keats – To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd,...

John Keats – To…

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 me for the enterprise:But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;I am no happy shepherd of the...

John Keats – Ode To A Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,But being too happy in thy happiness,---That thou, light-winged Dryad of...

John Keats – O Blush Not So

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.There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,And a blush for having done it;There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,And a blush for just begun...

John Keats – His Last Sonnet

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft...

John Keats – The Human Seasons

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      Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously      Spring's...

John Keats – The Eve of St. Agnes

St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!        The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;        The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,        And silent was the flock in woolly fold:    ...