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").
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
Endymion: Book Ii
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:For others..
© John Keats
Fragment Of An Ode To Maia
MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to theeAs thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may I woo theeIn earlier Sicilian? or..
© John Keats
Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl
Fill for me a brimming bowlAnd in it let me drown my soul:But put therein some drug, designedTo Banish Women from my mind:For I want not the stream..
© John Keats
Ode On Melancholy
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, ruby..
© John Keats
Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?
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 if..
© John Keats
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