John Keats Poems

  • 51.  
    "Under the flag
    Of each his faction, they to battle bring Their embryo atoms."
  • 52.  
    There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago, true she had her servants, but then she had her self. She ought to have hired Sisyphus,, "Up the high hill he heaves a huge round, Mrs. Cameron." 'Tis said a little conversation took place between the mountain and the Lady. After taking a glass of Whiskey as she was tolerably seated at ease she thus began,

  • 53.  
    'Tis the witching hour of night,
    Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten,
  • 54.  
    Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
  • 55.  
    Part 1
    Upon a time, before the faery broods
  • 56.  
    Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
  • 57.  
    Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;
    For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye. Not like the formal crest of latter days:
  • 58.  
    O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
    Dear child of sorrow -- son of misery! How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
  • 59.  
    Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
    Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
  • 60.  
    O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
  • 61.  
    It keeps eternal whisperings around
    Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
  • 62.  
    Not Aladdin magian
    Ever such a work began; Not the wizard of the Dee
  • 63.  
    Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!
    May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?
  • 64.  
    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
  • 65.  
    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
  • 66.  
    ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle.
  • 67.  
    BOOK I
    A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never
  • 68.  
    This mortal body of a thousand days
    Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays,
  • 69.  
    Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
    Isâ??Love, forgive us!â??cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last
  • 70.  
    As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
    Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
  • 71.  
    Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies
    For more adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,
  • 72.  
    Fire, Air, Earth, and Water,
    Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and Breama.
  • 73.  
    When I have fears that I may cease to be
    Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery,
  • 74.  
    Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
    Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that modest softening that enhances
  • 75.  
    Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
    And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been
  • 76.  
    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
  • 77.  
    IN a drear-nighted December,
       Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember
  • 78.  
    WHAT is there in the universal Earth
    More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree? Haply a Halo round the Moon a glee
  • 79.  
    Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!
  • 80.  
    Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
    Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance
  • 81.  
    Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
    And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been
  • 82.  
    Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
    In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely? -- when gone far astray
  • 83.  
    Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;
    Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell That call'd the folk to evening prayer;
  • 84.  
    When I have fears that I may cease to be
    Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charactry,
  • 85.  
    SCENE I.
    The Country. Enter ALBERT.
  • 86.  
    The church bells toll a melancholy round,
    Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
  • 87.  
    O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,
    Their godships should pass this into law,-- That when a man doth set himself in toil
  • 88.  
    Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
    Hyperion slid into the rustled air, And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
  • 89.  
    After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains
    For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away
  • 90.  
    Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
    Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
  • 91.  
    And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
    For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
  • 92.  
    He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,
  • 93.  
    A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
    Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
  • 94.  
    Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,
    And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning; He slants his neck beneath the waters bright
  • 95.  
    Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
    And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song; Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view
  • 96.  
    O PEACE! and dost thou with thy presence bless
    The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle; Soothing with placid brow our late distress,
  • 97.  
    You say you love ; but with a voice Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
  • 98.  
    WHICH of the fairest three
  • 99.  
    Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly
    Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white,
  • 100.  
    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
Total 268 poems written by John Keats

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To Germany
 by Charles Hamilton Sorley

You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each others dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

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