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 […]
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 […]