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").

On A Dream

As Hermes once took to his feathers lightWhen lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,So on a Delphic reed my idle sprightSo play'd, so charm'd, so..

© John Keats

Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow

'Under the flagOf each his faction, they to battle bringTheir embryo atoms.' ~ Milton.Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,Lethe's weed and Hermes'..

© John Keats

Character Of Charles Brown

I.He is to weet a melancholy carle:Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hairAs hath the seeded thistle when in parleIt holds the Zephyr, ere it..

© John Keats

Song. I Had A Dove

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;And I have thought it died of grieving:O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tiedWith a single thread of..

© John Keats

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

Lamia. Part I

Upon a time, before the faery broodsDrove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,Before King Oberon's bright diadem,Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd..

© John Keats

Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe

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

Sharing Eve's Apple

1.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.2.There's a blush for..

© John Keats

I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,The air was cooling, and so very still,That the sweet buds which with a modest pridePull droopingly, in slanting..

© John Keats

Written Before Re-Reading King Lear

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

Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and thereAmong the bushes half leafless, and dry;The stars look very cold about the sky,And I have many miles..

© John Keats

To Ailsa Rock

Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid,Give answer by thy voice—the sea-fowls' screams!When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?When from the sun..

© John Keats

To My Brother George

Many the wonders I this day have seen:The sun, when first he kissed away the tearsThat filled the eyes of Morn;—the laurelled peersWho from the..

© John Keats

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

To&Mdash

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighsBe echoed swiftly through that ivory shell,Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so wellWould passion arm..

© John Keats

To Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.So..

© John Keats

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