Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander poem – John Keats poems
Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly Down looking aye, and with a chasten’d light Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, And meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so gentle that ye could not see, Untouch’d, a victim of your beauty bright, Sinking away to his young spirit’s night, […]
Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer’s Eve poem – John Keats poems
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’s eve, When streams of light pour down the golden west, And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds, far — far away to leave All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve From little cares; to find, with easy quest, A fragrant wild, […]
Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are poem – John Keats poems
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare. Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, Or of those silver lamps […]
Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! poem – John Keats poems
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy,-I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do […]
Sonnet III. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison poem – John Keats poems
What though, for showing truth to flatter’d 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 unturn’dst the […]
Sonnet II. To ****** poem – John Keats poems
Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well Would passion arm me for the enterprize: But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies; No cuirass glistens on my bosom’s swell; I am no happy […]
Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter’d, in spite of pained loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be constrain’d, Sandals more interwoven and complete To fit the naked foot of poesy; Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress Of every […]
Sonnet I. To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peers Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;- The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears, Its voice […]
Sonnet: Before He Went poem – John Keats poems
BEFORE he went to feed with owls and bats Nebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream, Worse than an Hus’if’s when she thinks her cream Made a Naumachia for mice and rats. So scared, he sent for that “Good King of Cats” Young Daniel, who soon did pluck away the beam From out his eye, […]
Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove poem – John Keats poems
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light, On pinions that nought moves but pure delight, So fled thy soul into the realms above, Regions of peace and everlasting love; Where happy spirits, crown’d with circlets bright Of starry beam, and gloriously bedight, Taste the high […]
Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress’d Our Plains poem – John Keats poems
After dark vapors have oppress’d our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieved of its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; The eyelids with the passing coolness play […]
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paulo 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, […]
Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher’s Works poem – John Keats poems
1. Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burneth! Spirit here that mourneth! Spirit! I bow My forehead low, Enshaded with thy pinions! Spirit! I look All passion struck, Into thy pale dominions! 2. Spirit here that laughest! Spirit here that quaffest! Spirit here that danceth! Spirit here that […]
Song Of Four Faries poem – John Keats poems
Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and Breama. Salamander. Happy, happy glowing fire! Zephyr. Fragrant air! delicious light! Dusketha. Let me to my glooms retire! Breama. I to the green-wood rivers bright! Salamander. Happy, happy glowing fire! Dazzling bowers of soft retire, Ever let my nourish’d wing, Like a bat’s, still […]
Song. I Had A Dove poem – John Keats poems
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied With a single thread of my own hand’s weaving; Sweet little red feet, why should you die– Why should you leave me, sweet bird, why? You […]
Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! poem – John Keats poems
1. Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very well That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear. Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet Isabel! Tho’ your feet are more light than a Fairy’s feet, Who dances on bubbles where brooklets […]
Sharing Eve’s Apple poem – John Keats poems
1. O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. 2. There’s a blush for want, and a blush for shan’t, And a blush for having done it; There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for […]
Otho The Great – Act V poem – John Keats poems
SCENE I. A part of the Forest. Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE. Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou art A master-plague in the midst of miseries. Go I fear thee. I tremble every limb, Who never shook before. There’s moody death In thy resolved looks Yes, I could kneel To pray […]
Otho The Great – Act IV poem – John Keats poems
SCENE I. AURANTHE’S Apartment. AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered. Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardy We are cag’d in; you need not pester that Into my ears. Prythee, let me be spared A foolish tongue, that I may bethink me Of remedies with some deliberation. You cannot doubt but ’tis in Albert’s […]
Otho The Great – Act III poem – John Keats poems
SCENE I. The Country. Enter ALBERT. Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when Cain Had no perplexity to hide his head! Or that the sword of some brave enemy Had put a sudden stop to my hot breath, And hurl’d me down the illimitable gulph Of times past, unremember’d! Better so […]
Otho The Great – Act II poem – John Keats poems
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle. Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED. Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning: I leave it all to fate to any thing! I cannot square my conduct to time, place, Or circumstances; to me ’tis all a mist! Sigifred. I say no more. Ludolph. It seems I am […]
Otho The Great – Act I poem – John Keats poems
A TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS DRAMATIS PERSONS OTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany. LUDOLPH, his Son. CONRAD, Duke of Franconia. ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho. SIGIFRED, an Officer, friend of Ludolph. THEODORE,an Officer GONFRED,an Officer ETHELBERT. an Abbot. GERSA, Prince of Hungary. An Hungarian Captain. Physician. Page. Nobles, Knights, Attendants, and Soldiers. […]
On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns poem – John Keats poems
The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv’d, paly summer is but won From winter’s ague for one hour’s gleam; Through sapphire warm their stars do never […]
On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt poem – John Keats poems
MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yet Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain Into a delphic Labyrinth I would fain Catch an unmortal thought to pay the debt I owe to the kind Poet who has set Upon my ambitious head a glorious gain. Two bending laurel Sprigs ’tis nearly pain To be […]
On Receiving A Curious Shell poem – John Keats poems
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? Bright as the humming-bird’s green diadem, When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain? Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine? That goblet right heavy, and massy, and gold? And splendidly mark’d […]
On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing “The Stranger” Played At Inverary poem – John Keats poems
Of late two dainties were before me plac’d Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent, From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent That Gods might know my own particular taste: First the soft Bag-pipe mourn’d with zealous haste, The Stranger next with head on bosom bent Sigh’d; rueful again the piteous Bag-pipe went, […]
On Death poem – John Keats poems
1. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die. 2. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, […]
On A Dream poem – John Keats poems
As Hermes once took to his feathers light When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed my idle spright So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, 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, […]
Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid Of The In poem – John Keats poems
John Keats Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon; With the noise of fountains wondrous, And the parle of voices thund’rous; With the whisper […]
Ode To Apollo poem – John Keats poems
1. In thy western halls of gold When thou sittest in thy state, Bards, that erst sublimely told Heroic deeds, and sang of fate, With fervour seize their adamantine lyres, Whose chords are solid rays, and twinkle radiant fires. 2. Here Homer with his nervous arms Strikes the twanging harp of war, And […]
O Blush Not So! poem – John Keats poems
O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a blush for shan’t, And a blush for having done it; There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, And […]
Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns’s Country poem – John Keats poems
There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain; There is a pleasure on the heath where Druids old have been, Where mantles grey have rustled by and swept the nettles green; There is a joy in every spot made […]
Lines To Fanny poem – John Keats poems
What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they have seen, Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Queen! Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty? When every fair one that I saw was fair […]
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford poem – John Keats poems
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o’er by a larch Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier. II. Vice–that is, by turns,– O’er pale faces mourns The black tassell’d trencher and common hat; The Chantry boy sings, The Steeple-bell rings, […]
Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton’s Hair poem – John Keats poems
Chief of organic Numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres! Thy spirit never slumbers, But rolls about our ears For ever and for ever. O, what a mad endeavour Worketh he Who, to thy sacred and ennobled hearse, Would offer a burnt sacrifice of verse And Melody! How heavenward thou soundedst Live Temple of […]
Lamia. Part II poem – John Keats poems
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit’s fast:- That is a doubtful tale from faery land, Hard for the non-elect to understand. Had Lycius liv’d to hand his story down, He might […]
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 […]