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 […]