Poems by John Keats
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
... Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain ...
Ode To A Nightingale
... And with thee fade away into the forest dim:Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget ...
To Autumn
... Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: ...
To Hope
... And fright him as the morning frightens night!Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear ...
Ode To Psyche
... A brooklet, scarce espied:Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, ...
On The Grasshopper And Cricket
... Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills ...
Ode On A Grecian Urn
... For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed ...
On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
... That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne ...
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
... Hath thee in thrall!"I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam ...
To My Brothers
... What are this world's true joys,ere the great Voice ...
On The Sea
... Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired, ...
To Sleep
... Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords ...
To Solitude
... 'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap ...
The Human Seasons
... Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves ...
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour
... On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far ...
