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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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Otras obras de John Keats...
Epistle to John Hamilton Reynolds

Dear Reynolds, as last night I la… There came before my eyes that won… Of shapes, and shadows, and rememb… That every other minute vex and pl… Things all disjointed come from no…
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When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be

When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has gleaned my teemi… Before high-pilèd books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wi… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge is withered from the lak… And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wi…
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Lines

UNFELT unheard, unseen, I’ve left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber… Ah! through their nestling touch, Who—-who could tell how much
Calidore: a Fragment

Young Calidore is paddling o’er t… His healthful spirit eager and awa… To feel the beauty of a silent eve… Which seem’d full loath this happy… The light dwelt o’er the scene so…
Ode on Melancholy

No, no! go not to Lethe, neither… Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its… Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be… By nightshade, ruby grape of Pros… Make not your rosary of yew-berrie…
King Stephen

A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, K… Stephen. If shame can on a soldie…
Hither, Hither, Love

Hither, hither, love — ‘Tis a shady mead — Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed! Hither, hither, sweet —
The Eve of St. Agnes

ST. AGNES’ EVE—Ah, bitter chi… The owl, for all his feathers, was… The hare limp’d trembling through… And silent was the flock in woolly… Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers,…
Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton’s Hair

Chief of organic Numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres! Thy spirit never slumbers, But rolls about our ears For ever and for ever.
Lamia. Part II

Love in a hut, with water and a cr… Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ash… Love in a palace is perhaps at las… More grievous torment than a hermi… That is a doubtful tale from faery…
To G.A.W.

Nymph of the downward smile and si… In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?—when gone fa… Into the labyrinths of sweet utter… Or when serenely wandering in a tr…
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A Party of Lovers

Pensive they sit, and roll their l… Nibble their toast, and cool their… Or else forget the purpose of the… Forget their tea—forget their appe… See with cross’d arms they sit—ah!…
Ode

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune
When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high-piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
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