Ode To A Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some […]
Author: John Keats
Isabella or The Pot of Basil
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye! They could not in the self-same mansion […]
Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from […]
Ode On A Grecian Urn
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A […]
Robin Hood
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried […]
The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm […]
To Byron
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tenderness, As if soft Pity, with unusual stress, Had […]
In Drear-Nighted December
In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With […]
Written On A Summer Evening
The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, […]
To G. A. W
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?-when gone […]
To John Hamilton Reynolds
O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor […]
The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his […]
A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still […]
On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands […]
To Haydon
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle’s wings, […]
Ode to Fanny
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy […]
To Fanny
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen-without a blot! […]
O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb […]
On The Grasshopper And Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in […]
Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold […]