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John Keats

John Keats

Hither, Hither, Love

Hither, hither, love —
‘Tis a shady mead —
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!
 
Hither, hither, sweet —
’Tis a cowslip bed —
Hither, hither, sweet!
'Tis with dew bespread!
 
Hither, hither, dear —
By the breath of life —
Hither, hither, dear!
Be the summer’s wife!
 
Though one moment’s pleasure
In one moment flies —
Though the passion’s treasure
In one moment dies —
 
Yet it has not passed —
Think how near, how near! —
And while it doth last,
Think how dear, how dear!
 
Hither, hither, hither
Love its boon has sent —
If I die and wither
I shall die content!

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Faery Songs

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
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…
Written on a Summer Evening

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On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour

Give me a golden pen, and let me l… On heaped-up flowers, in regions c… Bring me a tablet whiter than a st… Or hand of hymning angel, when ‘ti… The silver strings of heavenly har…
Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are

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Ode

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You Say You Love

You say you love ; but with a voic… Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime—bell ringeth— O love me truly!
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Two Sonnets. to Haydon, With a Sonnet Written on Seeing the Elgin Marbles

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On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the real… And many goodly states and kingdom… Round many western islands have I… Which bards in fealty to Apollo h… Oft of one wide expanse had I bee…
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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…
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…
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…
The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent in a Letter to B. R. Haydon

Where be ye going, you Devon maid… 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…
Sonnet. 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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Endymion: Book III

There are who lord it o’er their f… With most prevailing tinsel: who u… Their baaing vanities, to browse a… The comfortable green and juicy ha… From human pastures; or, O tortur…
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