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John Keats

John Keats

Song. Written on a Blank Page in Beaumont and Fletcher’s Works

1.
Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest!
Spirit here that burneth!
Spirit here that mourneth!
Spirit! I bow
My forehead low,
Enshaded with thy pinions!
Spirit! I look
All passion struck,
Into thy pale dominions!
 
2.
Spirit here that laughest!
Spirit here that quaffest!
Spirit here that danceth!
Spirit here that pranceth!
Spirit! with thee
I join in the glee,
While nudging the elbow of Momus!
Spirit! I flush
With a Bacchanal blush,
Just fresh from the banquet of Comus!

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Other works by John Keats...
Written on a Summer Evening

The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More harkening to the sermon’s hor… Surely the mind of man is closely…
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The Eve of Saint Mark. a Fragment

Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell That call’d the folk to evening pr… The city streets were clean and fa… From wholesome drench of April ra…
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…
Hyperion. Book I

Deep in the shady sadness of a val… Far sunken from the healthy breath… Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s… Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as… Still as the silence round about h…
Fragment Of

To-night I’ll have my friar—let m… About my room,—I’ll have it in th… It should be rich and sombre, and… Just in its mid-life in the midst… Should look thro’ four large windo…
To Byron

Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tendern… As if soft Pity, with unusual str… Had touch’d her plaintive lute, an… Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer…
 1
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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Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell

Why did I laugh tonight? No voice… No God, no demon of severe respon… Deigns to reply from heaven or fro… Then to my human heart I turn at… Heart, thou and I are here, sad a…
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…
 1
Hyperion. Book II

Just at the self-same beat of Tim… Hyperion slid into the rustled air… And Saturn gain’d with Thea that… Where Cybele and the bruised Tita… It was a den where no insulting li…
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 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…
 2
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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On Receiving a Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt

MINUTES are flying swiftly, and… Nothing unearthly has enticed my b… Into a delphic Labyrinth I would… Catch an unmortal thought to pay t… I owe to the kind Poet who has se…
 1
Sonnet. Written on a Blank Space at the End of Chaucer’s Tale of 'The Floure and the Lefe’

This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines do freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…



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