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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...
Sonnet on Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again

O GOLDEN tongued Romance, with… 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…
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To -

Had I a man’s fair form, then mig… Be echoed swiftly through that ivo… Thine ear, and find thy gentle hea… Would passion arm me for the enter… But ah! I am no knight whose foem…
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Sonnet. 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…
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Sonnet II. to ******

Had I a man’s fair form, then mig… Be echoed swiftly through that ivo… Thine ear, and find thy gentle hea… Would passion arm me for the enter… But ah! I am no knight whose foem…
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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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Sonnet. If by Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’D

If by dull rhymes our English mus… And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet s… Fetter’d, in spite of pained lovel… Let us find out, if we must be con… Sandals more interwoven and comple…
Ode on Indolence

One morn before me were three figu… With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands… And one behind the other stepp’d s… In placid sandals, and in white ro… They pass’d, like figures on a mar…
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On Seeing the Elgin Marbles

My spirit is too weak—mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwillin… And each imagined pinnacle and ste… Of godlike hardship tells me I mu… Like a sick eagle looking at the s…
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Modern Love

And what is love? It is a doll dr… For idleness to cosset, nurse, and… A thing of soft misnomers, so divi… That silly youth doth think to mak… Divine by loving, and so goes on
Fancy

Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth… Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander
Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild the Lapses of Time!

HOW many bards gild the lapses of… A few of them have ever been the f… Of my delighted fancy,—I could br… Over their beauties, earthly, or s… And often, when I sit me down to…
“I Had a Dove, and the Sweet Dove Died”

I had a dove, and the sweet dove d… And I have thought it died of gri… O what could it grieve for? Its f… With a silken thread of my own han… Sweet little red feet! Why would…
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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,
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Sonnet XVI. to Kosciusko

Good Kosciusko, thy great name al… Is a full harvest whence to reap h… It comes upon us like the glorious… Of the wide spheres—an everlasting… And now it tells me, that in world…
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To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent

To one who has been long in city p… 'Tis very sweet to look into the f… And open face of heaven,—to breath… Full in the smile of the blue firm… Who is more happy, when, with hear…



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