John Keats

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit’s fast-
That is a doubtful tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand, Lamia: part -II-

A Galloway Song
A Party Of Lovers
A Song About Myself
A Song of Opposites
Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Keats
Addressed to Haydon
Addressed to the Same
After dark vapours have oppressed our plains
An Extempore
Apollo to the Graces
As Hermes once took to his feathers light
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
Before he went to live with owls and bats
Ben Nevis: A Dialogue
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven-the domain
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Calidore: A Fragment
Character of Charles Brown
Dedication. To Leigh Hunt,
Endymion, Book-I-
Endymion, Book-II-
Endymion, Book-III-
Endymion, Book-IV-
Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds
Extracts from an Opera
Faery Songs
For there's Bishop's Teign
Fragment Of "The Castle Builder"
Fragment of an Ode to Maia
God of the meridian
Happy is England! I could be content
Hence burgundy, claret, and port
Hither, hither, love
How many bards gild the lapses of time
Hymn To Apollo
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book-I-
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book-II-
Hyperion: A Fragment, Book-III-
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill
I am as brisk
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love
If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died
Imitation of Spenser
In after time a sage of mickle lore
In drear-nighted December
Isabella; or, the Pot of Basil
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
King Stephen
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Lamia: part -I-
Lamia: part -II-
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford
Lines To Fanny
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
Meg Merrilies
Modern Love
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
Ode on Indolence
Ode on a Melancholy
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Ode to Apollo
Ode to Psyche
Ode to a Nightingale
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve
On A Dream
On Death
On Fame -I-
On Fame -II-
On Leigh Hunt's Poem, the "Story of Rimini"
On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies
On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
On Visiting the Tomb of Burns
On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour
On receiving a curious Shell
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
On the Sonnet
On the Sea
Otho The Great: Act -I-
Otho The Great: Act -II-
Otho The Great: Act -III-
Otho The Great: Act -IV-
Otho The Great: Act -V-
Over the hill and over the dale
Robin Hood
Sharing Eve's Apple
Sleep and Poetry
Song of Four Fairies
Song of the Indian Maid, from "Endymion"
Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove
Sonnet: Stay, ruby breated warbler, stay
Sonnet: Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes
Sonnet: On Peace
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
Spirit here that reignest
Stanzas on Some Skulls in Beauly Abbey, Near Inverness
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale - Unfinished
The Eve of St. Agnes
The Eve of St. Mark
The Fall of Hyperion - A Dream
The Gadfly
The Gothic looks solemn
The Human Seasons
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone
There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain
Think not of it, sweet one
This Living Hand
This living hand, now warm and capable
This mortal body of a thousand days
Tis the witching time of night
To Ailsa Rock
To Autumn
To Byron
To Charles Cowden Clarke
To Emma
To G.A.W.
To George Felton Mathew
To Fanny
To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on seeing the Elgin Marbles
To Homer
To Hope
To J. H. Reynolds
To Kosciusko
To Mrs Reynolds's Cat
To My Brother George
To My Brothers
To Some Ladies
To a Friend who sent me some Roses
To a Young Lady who Sent Me a Laurel Crown
To one who has been long in city pent
To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd
To The Nile
Two or three posies
What can I do to drive away
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Where's the Poet? show him! show him
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain
Women, Wine, and Snuff
Written On A Blank Space
Written On A Summer Evening
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition
Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison
You say you love; but with a voice

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