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 […]

Modern Love By John Keats

Modern Love By John Keats And what is love? It is a doll dress’d upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers, so divineThat silly youth doth think to make itselfDivine by loving, and so goes onYawning and doting a whole summer long,Till Miss’s comb is made a pearl tiara,And common Wellingtons […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

You Say You Love By John Keats

You Say You Love By John Keats I. You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth – O love me truly! II. You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid’s […]

To Solitude By John Keats,

To Solitude By John Keats 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, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s […]

To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses By John Keats

To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses By John Keats As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark 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 […]

La Belle Dame Sans Merci By John Keats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci By John Keats O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy […]

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, […]