Author: John Keats

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

Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i’ the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just […]

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no […]

O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips? To give maiden blushes To the white […]

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

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual […]

Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid […]

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loviliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still […]

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a […]

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some […]

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: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from […]

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A […]

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! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm […]

Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tenderness, As if soft Pity, with unusual stress, Had […]

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

The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, […]

Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?-when gone […]

O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor […]