Poems by John Keats
Epistle To My Brother George
... To sweet rest Shall the dear babe, upon its mother's breast, ...
Written On A Summer Evening
... Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp, ...
The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone
... Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, ...
To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown
... In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my temples press ...
Hither, Hither, Love
... Be the summer's wife!Though one moment's pleasure ...
O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell
... 'Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leap ...
If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
... Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown ...
Hymn To Apollo
... O Delphic Apollo!The Thunderer grasp'd and grasp'd, ...
On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again
... Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire ...
To Fanny
... That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast, ...
Endymion: Book IV
... -- By Daphne's fright, behold Apollo!--" More ...
A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca
... Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form ...
Meg Merrilies
... Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, ...
Think Of It Not, Sweet One
... O 'twas born to die!Still so pale ...
Ode To Autumn
... With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ...
