Poems by John Keats
The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment
... Mark. From plaited lawn-frill, fine and thin, ...
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint'
... Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art -- ...
Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard
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To George Felton Mathew
... Where the dark-leav'd laburnum's drooping clusters ...
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford
... The black tassell'd trencher and common hat ...
Sonnet To Chatterton
... Thou sweetly singest: nought thy hymning mars, ...
A Thing Of Beauty
... Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing ...
On Death
... 2. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, ...
Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers
... And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep ...
Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The In
... Here, your earth-born souls still speak ...
On A Dream
... Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw ...
Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works
... Just fresh from the banquet of Comus! ...
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue
... Ground for the Mountain began to grumble -- which continued for a few minutes before he thus began, ...
A Draught Of Sunshine
... There's a beverage brighter and clearer ...
Bright Star
... Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, ...
