John Keats Poems
- 1. Sonnet Xii: On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
- 2. What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
- 3. Sonnet: Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'a Lover's Complaint'
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart,
- 4. The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale - Unfinished.
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
- 5. Spenserian Stanza: Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of "the Faerie Queene"
In after-time, a sage of mickle lore
Yclep'd Typographus, the Giant took, And did refit his limbs as heretofore,
- 6. Sonnet: To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear
From my glad bosom, now from gloominess I mount for ever not an atom less
- 7. Sonnet: The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
- 8. Sonnet Xv: On The Grasshopper And Cricket
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
- 9. Two Sonnets: To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak
- 10. Sonnet: Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain
Of Cynthia, the wide palace of the sun, The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,
- 11. Sonnet: On The Sea
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
- 12. The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
- 13. Sonnet: Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'the Floure And The Lefe'
This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines do freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
- 14. Sonnet: Written Before Re-read King Lear
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
- 15. To ----
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,
O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance,
- 16. Sonnet: To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall
Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
- 17. Sonnet: Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
- 18. Sonnet Iii: Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,
Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal spirit, been as free
- 19. Stanzas: In A Drear-nighted December
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember
- 20. Sonnet Xvi: To Kosciusko
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
- 21. Sonnet: Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! I look into the chasms, and a shroud
- 22. To -----
Think not of it, sweet one, so;
Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
- 23. Sonnet: If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;
- 24. Sonnet: On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'the Story Of Rimini.'
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,
With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek, Let him with this sweet tale full often seek
- 25. Sonnet Xiv: Addressed To The Same (haydon)
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake,
- 26. Teignmouth: "some Doggerel," Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
Here all the summer could I stay,
- 27. Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
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,
- 28. Sonnet V: To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert; when anew
- 29. Sonnet Xi: On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been
- 30. Sonnet Ii: To ----
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
- 31. Sonnet Vii: To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,
- 32. Sonnet Xiii: Addressed To Haydon
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame, Dwells here and there with people of no name,
- 33. Sonnet: Why Did I Laugh Tonight?
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell
- 34. Sonnet: On A Picture Of Leander.
Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly
Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white,
- 35. Song: Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
- 36. Sonnet: The Day Is Gone
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
- 37. Sonnet Iv: How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy, I could brood
- 38. Sonnet: A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
- 39. Sonnet Viii: To My Brothers
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household gods that keep
- 40. Sonnet Xvii: Happy Is England
Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown
- 41. Sonnet I: To My Brother George
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
- 42. Sonnet X: To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent
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
- 43. Sonnet Vi: To G. A. W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely? when gone far astray
- 44. Sonnet Ix: Keen, Fitful Gusts Are
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold about the sky,
- 45. On Hearing The Bag-pipe And Seeing "the Stranger" Played At Inverary
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd
Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent, From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent
- 46. Fragment Of "the Castle Builder."
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,
- 47. Song. I Had A Dove
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied
- 48. Fragment: Where's The Poet?
Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
Muses nine! that I may know him. 'Tis the man who with a man
- 49. Song: Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works
Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burneth!
- 50. Hyperion, A Vision : Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave