Lamia. Part I poem – John Keats poems
Upon a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon’s bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp’d with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip’d lawns, The ever-smitten Hermes empty left His golden throne, bent warm on […]
King Stephen poem – John Keats poems
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers. Stephen. If shame can on a soldier’s vein-swoll’n front Spread deeper crimson than the battle’s toil, Blush in your casing helmets! for see, see! Yonder my chivalry, my pride of war, Wrench’d with an […]
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio poem – John Keats poems
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each to be the other by; They could not, sure, beneath the same […]
I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill poem – John Keats poems
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The […]
Imitation Of Spenser poem – John Keats poems
Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch’d a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame, Silv’ring the untainted gushes of its rill; Which, pure from mossy beds, did down distill, And after parting beds of simple flowers, By many streams a little lake did fill, Which […]
Hyperion. Book III poem – John Keats poems
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace, Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse!O leave them to their woes; For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire: A solitary sorrow best befits Thy lips, and antheming a lonely grief. Leave them, O Muse! for thou anon wilt find Many a […]
Hyperion. Book II poem – John Keats poems
Just at the self-same beat of Time’s wide wings Hyperion slid into the rustled air, And Saturn gain’d with Thea that sad place Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn’d. It was a den where no insulting light Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans They felt, but heard not, for […]
Hyperion. Book I poem – John Keats poems
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star, Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir […]
Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem poem – John Keats poems
CANTO I. Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage, too, From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at heaven; pity these have not Trac’d upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance, But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; […]
Fragment. Where’s The Poet? poem – John Keats poems
Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan Or any other wonderous thing A man may be ‘twixt ape and Plato; ‘Tis the man who with a bird, Wren […]
Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow poem – John Keats poems
“Under the flag Of each his faction, they to battle bring Their embryo atoms.” ~ Milton. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Lethe’s weed and Hermes’ feather; Come to-day, and come to-morrow, I do love you both together! I love to mark sad faces in fair weather; And hear a merry laugh amid the […]
Fragment Of “The Castle Builder.” poem – John Keats poems
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * To-night I’ll have my friar — let me think About my room, — I’ll have it in the pink; It should be rich and sombre, and the moon, Just in its mid-life in […]
Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 poem – John Keats poems
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto […]
Fragment: Modern Love poem – John Keats poems
And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That silly youth doth think to make itself Divine by loving, nad so goes on Yawning and doting a whole summer long, Till Miss’s comb is made a perfect […]
Faery Songs poem – John Keats poems
I. Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes! For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies,– Shed no tear. Overhead! look […]
Extracts From An Opera poem – John Keats poems
O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, Their godships should pass this into law,– That when a man doth set himself in toil After some beauty veiled far away, Each step he took should make his lady’s hand More soft, more white, and her fair cheek more fair; And for each briar-berry […]
Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread Of shapes, and shadows, and remembrances, That every other minute vex and please: Things all disjointed come from north and south,– Two witch’s eyes above a cherub’s mouth, Voltaire with casque and shield and habergeon, And […]
Endymion: Book I poem – John Keats poems
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. “THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG.” INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of […]
Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. poem – John Keats poems
Glory and loveliness have pass’d away; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east, to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and young, and gay, In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn […]
Dawlish Fair poem – John Keats poems
Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish– Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ————- Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill And kicked up her petticoats fairly; Says I I’ll be Jack if you will be Gill– So she sat on […]
Character Of Charles Brown poem – John Keats poems
I. He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair As hath the seeded thistle when in parle It holds the Zephyr, ere it sendeth fair Its light balloons into the summer air; Therto his beard had not begun to bloom, No brush had touch’d his […]
Calidore: A Fragment poem – John Keats poems
Young Calidore is paddling o’er the lake; His healthful spirit eager and awake To feel the beauty of a silent eve, Which seem’d full loath this happy world to leave; The light dwelt o’er the scene so lingeringly. He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky, And smiles at the far clearness […]
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue poem – John Keats poems
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago — true she had her servants — but then she had her self.She ought to have hired Sisyphus, — “Up the high hill he heaves a huge […]
Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! poem – John Keats poems
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee, And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes, And let me breathe into the […]
Apollo And The Graces poem – John Keats poems
APOLLO WHICH of the fairest three To-day will ride with me? My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn: Which of the fairest three To-day will ride with me Across the gold Autumn’s whole Kingdom of corn? THE GRACES all answer I will, I – I – I young Apollo […]
Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
“Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell.” Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,-the domain Of Cynthia,-the wide palace of the sun,- The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,- The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun. Blue! ‘Tis the life of waters:-Ocean And all its vassal streams, […]
An Extempore poem – John Keats poems
When they were come into Faery’s Court They rang — no one at home — all gone to sport And dance and kiss and love as faerys do For Faries be as human lovers true — Amid the woods they were so lone and wild Where even the Robin feels himself exil’d And […]
Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats poem – John Keats poems
Give me your patience, sister, while I frame Exact in capitals your golden name; Or sue the fair Apollo and he will Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill Great love in me for thee and Poesy. Imagine not that greatest mastery And kingdom over all the Realms of verse, Nears more to […]
A Song About Myself poem – John Keats poems
I. There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels, A slight cap For night cap, A hair brush, Comb ditto, New stockings For old […]
A Prophecy: To George Keats In America poem – John Keats poems
‘Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen — For what listen they? For a song and for a charm, See they glisten in alarm, And the moon is waxing warm To hear what I shall say. […]
A Party Of Lovers poem – John Keats poems
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea — forget their appetite. See with cross’d arms they sit — ah! happy crew, The fire is going out and no one rings For coals, […]
A Galloway Song poem – John Keats poems
Ah! ken ye what I met the day Out oure the Mountains A coming down by craggi[e]s grey An mossie fountains — A[h] goud hair’d Marie yeve I pray Ane minute’s guessing — For that I met upon the way Is past expressing. As I stood where a rocky brig A torrent crosses […]
A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca poem – John Keats poems
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes; And seeing it asleep, so fled away, Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies, […]
A Draught Of Sunshine poem – John Keats poems
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and clearer. Instead of a piriful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer; My bowl is the sky, And I drink at my eye, Till I feel in the brain A […]
Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison poem – John Keats poems
What though, for showing truth to flattered state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal spirit, been as free As the sky-searching lark, and as elate. Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait? Think you he nought but prison-walls did see, Till, so unwilling, thou unturnedst the key? […]
Written On A Summer Evening poem – John Keats poems
The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, More harkening to the sermon’s horrid sound. Surely the mind of man is closely bound In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs, And converse high […]
Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe poem – John Keats poems
This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines so freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so sweet a place, So that he here and there full-hearted stops; And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops Come cool and suddenly against his face, And, by the wandering melody, may trace Which way […]
Written Before Re-Reading King Lear poem – John Keats poems
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute. Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute Betwixt damnation and impassioned clay Must I burn through; once more humbly assay The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit. Chief […]
Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell poem – John Keats poems
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell. Then to my human heart I turn at once. Heart! Thou and I are here, sad and alone; I say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain! O Darkness! Darkness! […]
Where’s the Poet? poem – John Keats poems
Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan Or any other wonderous thing A man may be ‘twixt ape and Plato; ‘Tis the man who with a bird, Wren or […]