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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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Autres oeuvres par 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…
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?
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…
To ****

Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance, And thy humid eyes that dance In the midst of their own brightne…
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Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish’d bride of qui… Thou foster-child of silence and s… Sylvan historian, who canst thus e… A flowery tale more sweetly than o… What leaf-fring’d legend haunts ab…
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Lines Rhymed in a Letter From Oxford

The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old Bishop and Crosie… The mouldering arch, Shaded o’er by a larch
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…
Sonnet to George Keats: Written in Sickness

Brother belov’d if health shall sm… Upon this wasted form and fever’d… If e’er returning vigour bid these… And languid limbs their gladsome s… Well may thy brow the placid glow…
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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Ode to Psyche

O Goddess! hear these tuneless nu… By sweet enforcement and remembran… And pardon that thy secrets should… Even into thine own soft-conched e… Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I…
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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
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…
Imitation of Spenser

Now Morning from her orient chamb… And her first footsteps touch’d a… Crowning its lawny crest with ambe… Silv’ring the untainted gushes of… Which, pure from mossy beds, did d…
On the Sea

It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
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Sonnet. Written in Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds

Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his… The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray,… Blue! ’Tis the life of waters:—Oc…
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