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").
The Eve Of St. Agnes
ST Agnes' Eve---Ah, bitter chill it was!The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,And silent was..
© John Keats
Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats
Give me your patience, sister, while I frameExact in capitals your golden name;Or sue the fair Apollo and he willRouse from his heavy slumber and..
© John Keats
To Fanny
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!Merciful love that tantalizes not,One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,Unmasked, and being..
© John Keats
Endymion: Book I
ENDYMION.A Poetic Romance."THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG."INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON.Book IA thing of beauty is a joy..
© John Keats
An Extempore
When they were come into Faery's CourtThey rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sportAnd dance and kiss and love as faerys doFor Faries be as human..
© John Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original Version )
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,Alone and palely loitering?The sedge has withered from the lake,And no birds sing.Oh what can ail thee..
© John Keats
Addressed To Haydon
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,Dwells here and there with people of no name,In noisome alley, and in..
© John Keats
You Say You Love
IYou say you love ; but with a voiceChaster than a nun's, who singethThe soft Vespers to herselfWhile the chime-bell ringeth-O love me truly!IIYou..
© John Keats
Endymion (Excerpts)
From 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..
© John Keats
In Drear-Nighted December
IN drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity:The north cannot undo themWith a sleety whistle..
© John Keats
Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl!
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,And let me..
© John Keats
Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds
"Dark eyes are dearer farThan those that mock the hyacinthine bell."Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domainOf Cynthia,—the wide palace of the..
© John Keats
Hither, Hither, Love
HITHER hither, love---'Tis a shady mead---Hither, hither, love!Let us feed and feed!Hither, hither, sweet---'Tis a cowslip bed---Hither, hither..
© John Keats
Hyperion
BOOK IDEEP in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,Sat gray-hair'd..
© John Keats
On The Sea
It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them..
© John Keats
Ode
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,Ye have left your souls on earth!Have ye souls in heaven too,Double lived in regions new?Yes, and those of heaven..
© John Keats
To Hope
WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,And the bare heath of..
© John Keats
Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth
BARDS of Passion and of Mirth,Ye have left your souls on earth!Have ye souls in heaven too,Doubled-lived in regions new?Yes, and those of heaven..
© John Keats
Happy Is England! I Could Be Content
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
A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,So on a Delphic reed, my idle sprightSo played, so charmed..
© John Keats
A Party Of Lovers
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,Or else forget the purpose of the night,Forget their..
© John Keats
A Draught Of Sunshine
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,Away with old Hock and madeira,Too earthly ye are for my sport;There's a beverage brighter and clearer.Instead of a..
© John Keats
Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff
GIVE me women, wine, and snuffUntill I cry out "hold, enough!"You may do so sans objectionTill the day of resurrection:For, bless my beard, they aye..
© John Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,Alone and palely loitering?The sedge is withered from the lake,And no birds sing.Ah, what can ail thee..
© John Keats
Fancy
Ever let the Fancy roam,Pleasure never is at home:At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;Then let winged Fancy..
© John Keats