Author: John Keats

ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. “THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG.” INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book […]

Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while […]

There are who lord it o’er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away […]

Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom,-now from gloominess I mount for ever-not an atom […]

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb […]

IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, […]

St. Agnes’ Eve Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp’d trembling […]

O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing […]

Unfelt unheard, unseen, I’ve left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, […]

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to […]

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with […]

BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived […]

Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a […]

High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame, Dwells here and there with people of no […]

O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut […]

O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut […]

MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of […]

This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines so freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so […]

Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, And their faint cracklings o’er our silence creep Like whispers of the […]

One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the […]

Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when […]

O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be […]

Think not of it, sweet one, so; – Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go […]

Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And […]

God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, […]

As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, […]

Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes […]

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless […]

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy’d? How many tit […]

Hither hither, love – ‘Tis a shady mead – Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed! Hither, hither, sweet […]