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").
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
Written On A Summer Evening
The church bells toll a melancholy round,Calling the people to some other prayers,Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,More harkening to the..
© John Keats
A Song About Myself
I.There was a naughty boy,A naughty boy was he,He would not stop at home,He could not quiet be-He tookIn his knapsackA bookFull of vowelsAnd a..
© John Keats
His 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 To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that..
© John Keats
Ode On A Grecian Urn
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more..
© John Keats
When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be
When I have fears that I may cease to beBefore my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,Before high-piled books, in charactery,Hold like rich garners the..
© John Keats
Ode To A Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and..
© John Keats
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient..
© John Keats
A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its lovliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a..
© John Keats
Song Of Myself, L
There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes,I sleep—I sleep long.I do..
© Walt Whitman