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John Keats

John Keats

On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again

O golden—tongued Romance with serene lute!
  Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
  Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:
Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute,
  Betwixt damnation and impassion’d clay
  Must I burn through; once more humbly assay
The bitter—sweet of this Shakespearian fruit.
Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion,
  Begetters of our deep eternal theme,
When through the old oak forest I am gone,
  Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.

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Other works by John Keats...
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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Sharing Eve’s Apple

O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…
Fragment: 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, nad so goes on
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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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What the Thrush Said. Lines From a Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds

O thou whose face hath felt the W… Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds… And the black elm tops 'mong the f… To thee the spring will be a harve… O thou, whose only book has been t…
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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
Written on the Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison

What though, for showing truth to… Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet… In his immortal spirit, been as fr… As the sky-searching lark, and as… Minion of grandeur! think you he d…
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Sonnet XIV. Addressed to the Same (Haydon)

Great spirits now on earth are soj… He of the cloud, the cataract, the… Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide a… Catches his freshness from Archan… He of the rose, the violet, the sp…
Sonnet to Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand cli… How many mice and rats hast in thy… Destroy’d? How many tit bits stol… With those bright languid segments… Those velvet ears—but pr’ythee do…
Endymion: Book II

O SOVEREIGN power of love! O… All records, saving thine, come co… And shadowy, through the mist of p… For others, good or bad, hatred an… Have become indolent; but touching…
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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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Sonnet 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…
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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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To George Felton Mathew

Sweet are the pleasures that to ve… And doubly sweet a brotherhood in… Nor can remembrance, Mathew! brin… A fate more pleasing, a delight mo… Than that in which the brother Po…
Teignmouth

Here all the summer could I stay, For there’s Bishop’s teign And King’s teign And Coomb at the clear Teign head… Where close by the stream
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