To Sleep By John Keats

To Sleep By John Keats 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 […]

Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton’s Hair By John Keats

Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton’s Hair By John Keats 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 […]

On The Grasshopper And Cricket By John Keats

On The Grasshopper And Cricket By John Keats 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 […]

Ode To Psyche By John Keats

Ode To Psyche By John Keats O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see The winged Psyche with awaken’d eyes? I wander’d in a forest thoughtlessly, And, on […]

To Ailsa Rock By John Keats

To Ailsa Rock By John Keats Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! Give answer from thy voice – the sea-fowl’s screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When from the sun was thy broad forehead hid? How long is’t since the mighty Power bid Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams – Sleep […]

Ode On A Grecian Urn By John Keats

Ode On A Grecian Urn By John Keats Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of […]

When I have Fears That I May Cease To Be By John Keats

When I have Fears That I May Cease To Be By John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols […]

On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer By John Keats

On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer By John Keats 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-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; […]

To Sleep By John Keats

To Sleep By John Keats 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 […]

Bright Star, Would I Were Stedfast As Thou Art By John Keats

Bright Star, Would I Were Stedfast As Thou Art By John Keats 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 priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or […]