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John Keats

John Keats

Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff

GIVE me women, wine, and snuff
Untill I cry out “hold, enough!”
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.

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Other works by John Keats...
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England

Happy is England! I could be cont… To see no other verdure than its o… To feel no other breezes than are… Through its tall woods with high r… Yet do I sometimes feel a languis…
Sonnet. Written on a Blank Space at the End of Chaucer’s Tale of 'The Floure and the Lefe’

This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines do freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…
This living hand, now warm and capable

This living hand, now warm and cap… Of earnest grasping, would, if it… And in the icy silence of the tomb… So haunt thy days and chill thy dr… That thou would wish thine own hea…
Autumn—On the Hudson River, by Jasper Francis Cropsey
To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfu… Close bosom-friend of the maturing… Conspiring with him how to load an… With fruit the vines that round th… To bend with apples the moss’d cot…
Endymion: a Poetic Romance (Excerpt)

BOOK I A thing of beauty is a joy for eve… Its loveliness increases; it will… Pass into nothingness; but still w… A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
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Fragment. Where’s the Poet?

Where’s the Poet? show him! show… Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan
To my Brother George

Many the wonders I this day have… The sun, when first he kissed away… That filled the eyes of Morn;—the… Who from the feathery gold of even… The ocean with its vastness, its b…
After dark vapors

After dark vapors have oppress’d o… For a long dreary season, comes a… Born of the gentle south, and clea… From the sick heavens all unseemly… The anxious mouth, relieved from i…
To Fanny

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l… Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, gu… Unmasked, and being seen—without a… O! let me have thee whole,—all—all…
Song. Written on a Blank Page in Beaumont and Fletcher’s Works

Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burneth! Spirit here that mourneth! Spirit! I bow
Sonnet XV. on the Grasshopper and Cricket

The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with… And hide in cooling trees, a voice… From hedge to hedge about the new-… That is the Grasshopper’s—he take…
Faery Song

Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes!
Sonnet. Written on a Blank Page in Shakespeare’s Poems, Facing 'A Lover’s Complaint’

Bright star, would I were stedfas… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like nature’s patient, sleepless… The moving waters at their priest-…
Lines Written in the Highlands After a Visit to Burns’s Country

There is a charm in footing slow a… Where patriot battle has been foug… There is a pleasure on the heath w… Where mantles grey have rustled by… There is a joy in every spot made…
Endymion (Excerpts)

From BOOK I A thing of beauty is a joy for eve… Its loveliness increases; it will… Pass into nothingness; but still w… A bower quiet for us, and a sleep



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