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").
Robin Hood
To A FriendNO! those days are gone away,And their hours are old and gray,And their minutes buried allUnder the down-trodden pallOfthe leaves of many..
© John Keats
Endymion: Book Iv
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!O first-born on the mountains! by the huesOf heaven on the spiritual air begot:Long didst thou sit alone in..
© John Keats
Endymion: Book Iii
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-menWith most prevailing tinsel: who unpenTheir baaing vanities, to browse awayThe comfortable green and juicy..
© John Keats
Last Sonnet
BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like Nature's..
© John Keats
Ode On Indolence
ONE morn before me were three figures seen,I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;And one behind the other stepp'd serene,In placid..
© John Keats
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
Hymn To Apollo
GOD of the golden bow,And of the golden lyre,And of the golden hair,And of the golden fire,CharioteerOf the patient year,Where---where slept thine..
© John Keats
Epistle To My Brother George
Full many a dreary hour have I past,My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercastWith heaviness; in seasons when I've thoughtNo spherey strains by me..
© John Keats
Think Of It Not, Sweet One
THINK not of it, sweet one, so;---Give it not a tear;Sigh thou mayst, and bid it goAny---anywhere.Do not lool so sad, sweet one,---Sad and..
© John Keats
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 runFrom hedge to hedge about..
© John Keats
O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—Nature's observatory—whence..
© John Keats
A Prophecy: To George Keats In America
'Tis the witching hour of night,Orbed is the moon and bright,And the stars they glisten, glisten,Seeming with bright eyes to listen --For what listen..
© John Keats
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 clearTakes in all beauty with..
© John Keats
Ode To Psyche
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrungBy sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,And pardon that thy secrets should be sungEven into thine own..
© John Keats
O Blush Not So!
O BLUSH not so! O blush not so!Or I shall think you knowing;And if you smile the blushing while,Then maidenheads are going.There's a blush for want..
© John Keats
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 manIs an equal, be he King,Or poorest of the..
© John Keats
This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were coldAnd in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy..
© John Keats
On Death
1.Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?The transient pleasures as a vision seem,And yet we think the..
© John Keats
To Sleep
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,Enshaded in..
© John Keats
A Galloway Song
Ah! ken ye what I met the dayOut oure the MountainsA coming down by craggi[e]s greyAn mossie fountains --A[h] goud hair'd Marie yeve I prayAne..
© John Keats
Endymion: A Poetic Romance (Excerpt)
BOOK IA thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and..
© John Keats
To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --Nature's observatory ..
© John Keats
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
Apollo And The Graces
APOLLOWHICH of the fairest threeTo-day will ride with me?My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn:Which of the fairest threeTo-day will..
© John Keats
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