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 To Miss Wylie
1.O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,The West is..
© John Keats
Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
I.Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speakDefinitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings,That what I want I know not..
© John Keats
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 freeAs the sky-searching..
© John Keats
Staffa
Not Aladdin magianEver such a work began;Not the wizard of the DeeEver such a dream could see;Not St. John, in Patmos' Isle,In the passion of his..
© John Keats
To ****
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,O what wonders had been toldOf thy lively countenance,And thy humid eyes that danceIn the midst of their own..
© John Keats
Daisy's Song
IThe sun, with his great eye,Sees not so much as I;And the moon, all silver-proud,Might as well be in a cloud.IIAnd O the spring- the springI lead..
© John Keats
The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
1.Where be ye going, you Devon maid?And what have ye there i' the basket?Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,Will ye give me some cream..
© John Keats
Sonnet Ii. To ******
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighsBe echoed swiftly through that ivory shellThine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so wellWould passion arm..
© John Keats
To -------
1.Think not of it, sweet one, so;--Give it not a tear;Sigh thou mayst, and bid it goAny, any where.2.Do not look so sad, sweet one,--Sad and..
© John Keats
Fragment Of 'The Castle Builder.'
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
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 dewFrom his lush clover covert;—when anewAdventurous knights take up..
© John Keats
Sonnet Xii. 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
Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove
As from the darkening gloom a silver doveUpsoars, and darts into the eastern light,On pinions that nought moves but pure delight,So fled thy soul..
© John Keats
Extracts From An Opera
O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,Their godships should pass this into law,--That when a man doth set himself in toilAfter some beauty veiled far..
© John Keats
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 manIs an equal, be he King,Or poorest of the..
© John Keats
The Gadfly
1.All gentle folks who owe a grudgeTo any living thingOpen your ears and stay your t[r]udgeWhilst I in dudgeon sing.2.The Gadfly he hath stung me..
© John Keats
Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fearFrom my glad bosom, -- now from gloominessI mount for ever -- not an atom lessThan the proud laurel shall..
© John Keats
Sonnet Vii. 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—whence..
© John Keats
Sonnet To Chatterton
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!Dear child of sorrow -- son of misery!How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,Whence Genius mildly falsh'd..
© John Keats
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio
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
Sonnet To Byron
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!Attuning still the soul to tenderness,As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,Had touch'd her plaintive lute, and..
© John Keats
On Receiving A Curious Shell
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gemPure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain?Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem,When it flutters..
© John Keats
Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight?
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tellNo God, no Demon of severe response,Deigns to reply from Heaven or from HellThen to my human heart I turn..
© John Keats
Hyperion. Book Ii
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad placeWhere Cybele and the..
© John Keats
Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness
Brother belov'd if health shall smile again,Upon this wasted form and fever'd cheek:If e'er returning vigour bid these weakAnd languid limbs their..
© John Keats