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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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Altre opere di John Keats...
To the Nile

Son of the old Moon-mountains Afr… Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodil… We call thee fruitful, and that ve… A desert fills our seeing’s inward… Nurse of swart nations since the w…
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again

O golden—tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
from Endymion: a thing of beauty

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 Full of sweet dreams, and health,…
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Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq.

Glory and loveliness have pass’d a… For if we wander out in early morn… No wreathed incense do we see upbo… Into the east, to meet the smiling… No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and…
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.
Sonnet. the Day Is Gone

The day is gone, and all its sweet… Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand… Warm breath, light whisper, tender… Bright eyes, accomplished shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
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Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, on a Fair Summer’s Eve

Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’… When streams of light pour down th… And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil… The silver clouds, far—far away to… All meaner thoughts, and take a sw…
Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain

Woman! when I behold thee flippan… Inconstant, childish, proud, and f… Without that modest softening that… The downcast eye, repentant of the… That its mild light creates to hea…
Fragment. Welcome Joy, and Welcome Sorrow

‘Under the flag Of each his faction, they to battl… Their embryo atoms.’ ~ Milton. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Lethe’s weed and Hermes’ feather;
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Sonnet to Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclade… As one who sits ashore and longs p… To visit dolphin-coral in deep sea… So thou wast blind;—but then the v…
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Song of the Indian Maid, From 'Endymion’

O SORROW!    Why dost borrow    The natural hue of health, from…    To give maiden blushes    To the white rose bushes?
Written Before Re

O golden-tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp’Ring Here and There

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring… Among the bushes half leafless, an… The stars look very cold about the… And I have many miles on foot to… Yet feel I little of the cool ble…
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…
The Devon Maid

WHERE be ye going, you Devon ma… And what have ye there i’ the bask… Ye tight little fairy, just fresh… Will ye give me some cream if I a… I love your meads, and I love you…
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