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").
Meg Merrilies
OLD Meg she was a gipsy;And liv'd upon the moors:Her bed it was the brown heath turf,And her house was out of doors.Her apples were swart..
© John Keats
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago -- true she..
© John Keats
Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil
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
Written On A Blank Space
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
Dawlish Fair
Over the hill and over the dale,And over the bourn to Dawlish--Where gingerbread wives have a scanty saleAnd gingerbread nuts are..
© John Keats
The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,Bright..
© John Keats
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
On Fame
I.Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coyTo those who woo her with too slavish knees,But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,And dotes the..
© John Keats
Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tellNo God, no demon of severe responseDeigns to reply from heaven or from hellThen to my human heart I turn..
© John Keats
Ode To Fanny
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the floodOf stifling numbers ebbs from..
© John Keats
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