A Draught Of Sunshine By John Keats

A Draught Of Sunshine By John Keats 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 brainA Delphian pain –Then follow, […]

A Thing Of Beauty By John Keats

A Thing Of Beauty By John Keats A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its lovliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the […]

To Autumn By John Keats

To Autumn By John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet […]

To Mrs. Reynolds’ Cat By John Keats

To Mrs. Reynolds’ Cat By John Keats Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,How many mice and rats hast in thy daysDestroy’d? How many tit bits stolen? GazeWith those bright languid segments green, and prickThose velvet ears – but pr’ythee do not stickThy latent talons in me – and upraiseThy gentle mew – and tell […]

Bright Star By John Keats

Bright Star By John Keats Bright star! would I were steadfast 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 gazing on the new soft fallen mask   Of snow upon the mountains and the […]

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 glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry,   Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,   Huge cloudy symbols of a […]

Endymion By John Keats

Endymion By John Keats BOOK I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the earth,Spite […]

To Autumn By John Keats

To Autumn By William Shakespeare Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells  With a sweet […]

La Belle Dame sans Merci By John Keats

La Belle Dame sans Merci By John Keats Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,  Alone and palely loitering;The sedge is withered from the lake,  And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,  So haggard and so woe-begone?The squirrel’s granary is full,  And the harvest’s done. I see a lilly on thy brow,  With anguish moist and […]

Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats

Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains         One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,         But being too happy in thine happiness,—                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the […]