Poems by John Keats
How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
... The songs of birdsthe whispering of the leaves ...
To John Hamilton Reynolds
... This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught ...
To Ailsa Rock
... Drowned wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep, ...
Written Before Re-Reading King Lear
... Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire ...
Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe
... Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings ...
To Haydon
... Think, too, that all these numbers should be thine ...
To G.A.W.
... I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly ...
Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff
... For, bless my beard, they aye shall be ...
His Last Sonnet
... Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! - ...
Last Sonnet
... BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- ...
Fancy
... Through the thought still spread beyond her: ...
Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl
... That fills the mind with--fond desiring, ...
To Byron
... Had touch'd her plaintive lute, and thou, being by, ...
Ode to Fanny
... I gaze, I gaze!Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my feast ...
Where's the Poet?
... he hath heard The Lion's roaring, and can tell ...
