Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

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,So that he here and there full..

© John Keats

Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown

I.He is to weet a melancholy carle:Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,As hath the seeded thistle when in parleIt holds the Zephyr, ere it..

© John Keats

Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again

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

© John Keats

Sonnet Viii. To My Brothers

Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creepLike whispers of the household gods that keepA..

© John Keats

To Charles Cowden Clarke

Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;He slants his neck beneath the waters brightSo..

© John Keats

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 seekFor meadows where the..

© John Keats

Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto Ii, Book V, Of

In after-time, a sage of mickle loreYclep'd Typographus, the Giant took,And did refit his limbs as heretofore,And made him read in many a learned..

© John Keats

Sonnet Xvii. Happy Is England

Happy is England! I could be contentTo see no other verdure than its own;To feel no other breezes than are blownThrough its tall woods with high..

© John Keats

Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander

Come hither all sweet Maidens soberlyDown looking aye, and with a chasten'd lightHid in the fringes of your eyelids white,And meekly let your fair..

© John Keats

Sonnet To Spenser

Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,A forester deep in thy midmost trees,Did last eve ask my promise to refineSome English that might strive thine..

© John Keats

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..

© John Keats

Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'D Our Plains

After dark vapors have oppress'd our plainsFor a long dreary season, comes a dayBorn of the gentle South, and clears awayFrom the sick heavens all..

© John Keats

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 beenWhich bards in fealty to..

© John Keats

On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt

MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yetNothing unearthly has enticed my brainInto a delphic Labyrinth I would fainCatch an unmortal thought to pay the..

© John Keats

King Stephen

A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDYACT I.SCENE I. Field of Battle.Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers.Stephen. If shame can on a soldier's..

© John Keats

Sonnet To Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.So..

© John Keats

Sonnet: Before He Went

BEFORE he went to feed with owls and batsNebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream,Worse than an Hus'if's when she thinks her creamMade a Naumachia for mice..

© John Keats

Sonnet Vi. To G. A. W.

Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!In what diviner moments of the dayArt thou most lovely? -- when gone far astrayInto the labyrinths of..

© John Keats

On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns

The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem,Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dreamI..

© John Keats

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 foodOf my delighted fancy,—I could broodOver their beauties, earthly, or..

© John Keats

Sonnet To The Nile

Son of the old Moon-mountains African!Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!We call thee fruitful, and that very whileA desert fills our seeing's inward..

© John Keats

Imitation Of Spenser

Now Morning from her orient chamber came,And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill;Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,Silv'ring the..

© John Keats

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 nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's..

© John Keats

To A Cat

Cat! who has pass'd thy grand climacteric,How many mice and rats hast in thy daysDestroy'd? How many tit-bits stolen? GazeWith those bright languid..

© John Keats

Fragment Of

To-night I'll have my friar -- let me thinkAbout my room, -- I'll have it in the pink;It should be rich and sombre, and the moon,Just in its mid-life..

© John Keats