The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment poem – John Keats poems
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell That call’d the folk to evening prayer; The city streets were clean and fair From wholesome drench of April rains; And, on the western window panes, The chilly sunset faintly told Of unmatur’d green vallies cold, Of the green thorny bloomless hedge, Of […]
The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon poem – John Keats poems
1. Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i’ the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it? 2. I love your meads, and I love your flowers, And I love your junkets mainly, But ‘hind […]
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale — Unfinished poem – John Keats poems
John Keats I. In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, There stood, or hover’d, tremulous in the air, A faery city ‘neath the potent rule Of Emperor Elfinan; fam’d ev’rywhere For love of mortal women, maidens fair, Whose lips were solid, whose soft hands were made Of a fit mould and beauty, ripe and […]
Teignmouth: “Some Doggerel,” Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon poem – John Keats poems
I. Here all the summer could I stay, For there’s Bishop’s teign And King’s teign And Coomb at the clear Teign head– Where close by the stream You may have your cream All spread upon barley bread. II. There’s Arch Brook And there’s Larch Brook Both turning many a mill, And cooling the […]
Stanzas To Miss Wylie poem – John Keats poems
1. O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, The riches of Flora are lavishly strown, The air is all softness, and crystal the streams, The West is resplendently clothed in beams. 2. O come! let us haste to the freshening shades, The quaintly carv’d seats, and the opening glades; Where the faeries […]
Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December poem – John Keats poems
1. In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. 2. In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember Apollo’s summer look; But with […]
Staffa poem – John Keats poems
Not Aladdin magian Ever such a work began; Not the wizard of the Dee Ever such a dream could see; Not St. John, in Patmos’ Isle, In the passion of his toil, When he saw the churches seven, Golden aisl’d, built up in heaven, Gaz’d at such a rugged wonder. As I stood […]
Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage 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 […]
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of “The Faerie Queene” poem – John Keats poems
In after-time, a sage of mickle lore Yclep’d Typographus, the Giant took, And did refit his limbs as heretofore, And made him read in many a learned book, And into many a lively legend look; Thereby in goodly themes so training him, That all his brutishness he quite forsook, When, meeting Artegall and […]
Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem poem – John Keats poems
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry; For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye. Not like the formal crest of latter days: But bending in a thousand graceful ways; So graceful, that it seems no mortal hand, Or e’en the touch of Archimago’s wand, Could charm them into such an […]
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England poem – John Keats poems
Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent: Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a […]
Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko poem – John Keats poems
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious pealing Of the wide spheres — an everlasting tone. And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown, The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing, And changed to harmonies, for […]
Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his […]
Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon) poem – John Keats poems
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing: He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake: And lo!–whose stedfastness would never take A meaner sound than […]
Sonnet X. To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent poem – John Keats poems
To one who has been long in city pent, ‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart’s content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, […]
Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame, Dwells here and there with people of no name, In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: And where we think the truth least understood, Oft may be found a “singleness of aim,” That ought to frighten into hooded shame A money-mongering, […]
Sonnet XII. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour poem – John Keats poems
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, Or hand of hymning angel, when ’tis seen The silver strings of heavenly harp atween: And let there glide by many a pearly car Pink robes, and wavy […]
Sonnet XI. On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure […]
Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis poem – John Keats poems
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! I look into the chasms, and a shroud Vapourous doth hide them, — just so much I wist Mankind do know of hell; I look o’erhead, And there is sullen mist, — even so much Mankind […]
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of ‘The Floure And The Lefe’ poem – John Keats poems
This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines do 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 […]
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare’s Poems, Facing ‘A Lover’s Complaint’ poem – John Keats poems
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priest-like task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon […]
Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition 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 hearkening to the sermon’s horrid sound. Surely the mind of man is closely bound In some black spell; seeing that each one tears Himself from fireside joys, and Lydian airs, And converse […]
Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
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, pools numberless, May rage, and foam, and fret, but never […]
Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read 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 impassion’d clay Must I burn through; once more humbly assay The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit. […]
Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight? poem – John Keats poems
Why did I laugh to-night?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! ever must I […]
Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be poem – John Keats poems
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charactry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live […]
Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers poem – John Keats poems
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, And their faint cracklings o’er our silence creep Like whispers of the household gods that keep A gentle empire o’er fraternal souls. And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles, Your eyes are fix d, as in poetic sleep, Upon the lore so […]
Sonnet VII. To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,- Nature’s observatory-whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ‘Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer’s swift leap Startles […]
Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. poem – John Keats poems
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely? — when gone far astray Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance, Or when serenely wandering in a trance Of sober thought? — Or when starting away, With careless robe to meet the morning ray, […]
Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert;-when anew Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields; I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; ’twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew […]
Sonnet To The Nile poem – John Keats poems
Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert fills our seeing’s inward span: Nurse of swart nations since the world began, Art thou so fruitful? or dost thou beguile Such men to honour thee, who, worn with toil, Rest […]
Sonnet To Spenser poem – John Keats poems
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, A forester deep in thy midmost trees, Did last eve ask my promise to refine Some English that might strive thine ear to please. But Elfin Poet ’tis impossible For an inhabitant of wintry earth To rise like Phoebus with a golden quill Fire-wing’d and make a […]
Sonnet To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
O soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close, In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes. Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed […]
Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat poem – John Keats poems
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy’d? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears — but pr’ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me — and upraise Thy gentle mew — and […]
Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor year a thousand years would be, The flush of welcome ever on the cheek: So could we live long life in little space, So time itself would be annihilate, So a day’s journey […]
Sonnet To Homer poem – John Keats poems
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas. So thou wast blind; — but then the veil was rent, For Jove uncurtain’d Heaven to let thee live, And Neptune made for thee a spumy […]
Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness poem – John Keats poems
Brother belov’d if health shall smile again, Upon this wasted form and fever’d cheek: If e’er returning vigour bid these weak And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain, Well may thy brow the placid glow retain Of sweet content and thy pleas’d eye may speak The conscious self applause, but should I seek […]
Sonnet To Chatterton poem – John Keats poems
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! Dear child of sorrow — son of misery! How soon the film of death obscur’d that eye, Whence Genius mildly falsh’d, and high debate. How soon that voice, majestic and elate, Melted in dying numbers!Oh! how nigh Was night to thy fair morning.Thou didst die A […]
Sonnet To Byron poem – John Keats poems
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tenderness, As if soft Pity, with unusual stress, Had touch’d her plaintive lute, and thou, being by, Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer’d them to die. O’ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful: thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright […]
Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom, — now from gloominess I mount for ever — not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall content my bier. No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here In the Sun’s eye, and ‘gainst my temples press Apollo’s very […]