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,...