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Showing posts with label John Keats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Keats. Show all posts

Written on the Day that Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison / John Keats

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What though, for showing truth to flattered state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal spirit, been as free As...

Written on a Summer Evening / John Keats

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The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, More...

Written on a Blank Space / John Keats

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This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines so freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so sweet a place, So that he...

Written Before Re-Reading King Lear/ John Keats

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O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut up thine ...

Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell / John Keats

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Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell. Then to ...

When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be / John Keats

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When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hol...

To the Nile / John Keats

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Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert fills...

ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL, AND A COPY OF VERSES, FROM THE SAME LADIES / John Keats

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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 gree...

To Some Ladies / John Keats

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What though while the wonders of nature exploring, I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; Nor listen to accents, that almost ...

To Sleep / John Keats

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O soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleased eyes, embowered from the light, ...

To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent / John Keats

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To one who has been long in city pent 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, -to breathe a prayer Full i...

To My Brothers / John Keats

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Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the house...

To My Brother George / John Keats

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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...

To Leight Hunt, Esq. / John Keats

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Glory and loveliness have passed away; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east, to m...

To Kosciusko / John Keats

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Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious pealing O...

To John Hamilton Reynolds / John Keats

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O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor year a thousand years would be, The fl...

To Hope / John Keats

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When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye&quo...

To Homer / John Keats

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Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance To visit dolphin-c...

To Haydon / John Keats

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Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, That what...

To George Felton Mathew / John Keats

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Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song; Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view A f...