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").
Stanzas
IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity:The north cannot undo them,With a sleety..
© John Keats
To Mrs Reynolds' Cat
Cat! who hast 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
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 sweetFetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;Let us find out, if we..
© John Keats
Calidore: A Fragment
Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;His healthful spirit eager and awakeTo feel the beauty of a silent eve,Which seem'd full loath this happy..
© John Keats
Lines From Endymion
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loviliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a..
© John Keats
Faery Songs
I.Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Weep no more! oh, weep no more!Young buds sleep in the root's white core.Dry your..
© John Keats
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 fairAnd open face of heaven,--to breathe a prayerFull in the smile of the blue..
© John Keats
Lines On The Mermaid Tavern
Souls of Poets dead and gone,What Elysium have ye known,Happy field or mossy cavern,Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?Have ye tippled drink more..
© John Keats
Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison
What though, for showing truth to flattered state,Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,In his immortal spirit, been as freeAs the sky-searching..
© John Keats
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
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
On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time
My spirit is too weak; mortalityWeighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,And each imagined pinnacle and steepOf godlike hardship tells me I must..
© John Keats
Ode On Melancholy
1.No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissedBy nightshade..
© John Keats
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour
Give me a golden pen, and let me leanOn heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,Or hand of hymning angel..
© John Keats
Lines
UNFELT unheard, unseen,I've left my little queen,Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:Ah! through their nestling touch,Who---who could tell how..
© John Keats
Meg Merrilies
OLD Meg she was a gipsy;And liv'd upon the moors:Her bed it was the brown heath turf,And her house was out of doors.Her apples were swart..
© John Keats
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue
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..
© John Keats
Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir of heart, some..
© John Keats
Written On A Blank Space
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 here and there..
© John Keats
Dawlish Fair
Over the hill and over the dale,And over the bourn to Dawlish--Where gingerbread wives have a scanty saleAnd gingerbread nuts are..
© John Keats
The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are 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,Bright..
© John Keats
To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
As late I rambled in the happy fields,What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dewFrom his lush clover covert;—when anewAdventurous knights take up..
© John Keats
On Fame
I.Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coyTo those who woo her with too slavish knees,But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,And dotes the..
© John Keats
Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tellNo God, no demon of severe responseDeigns to reply from heaven or from hellThen to my human heart I turn..
© John Keats
Ode To Fanny
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the floodOf stifling numbers ebbs from..
© John Keats