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John Keats: To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.
This Living Hand, Now Warm and CapableTranslated from RonsardTo J. H. Reynolds, Esq. Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread Of shapes, and…John Keats: After dark vapours have oppressâÂÂd our plains
Bright star! would I were sted...After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains After dark vapours have oppress’d our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South,…John Keats: On a Leander Gem Which a Young Lady Gave the Author
On a DreamOn Seeing the Elgin MarblesOn a Leander Gem Which a Young Lady Gave the Author Come hither all sweet maidens soberly, Down-looking, aye, and with a chasten’d light Hid in the…John Keats: On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
On Seeing the Elgin MarblesOn the SeaOn Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this…John Keats: Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,
On Visiting the Tomb of BurnsTo -Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, A forester deep in thy midmost trees, Did last eve ask my promise to refine…John Keats: Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art-
After dark vapours have oppres...The day is gone, and all its s...Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art- Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung…John Keats: To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent
To Mrs. Reynolds's CatTo SleepTo One Who Has Been Long in City Pent To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer…John Keats: When I have fears that I may cease to be
To SleepWhy did I laugh to-night? No v...When I have fears that I may cease to be When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high-piled…John Keats: Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell.
When I have fears that I may cease to beWritten in the Cottage Where B...Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell. Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell. No God, no Demon of…John Keats: Written in the Cottage Where Burns was Born
Why did I laugh to-night? No v...Written in the Cottage Where Burns was Born This mortal body of a thousand days Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, Where thou didst dream alone…Trending
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