John Keats

John Keats

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(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English Romantic poet, one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his works having been in publication for only four years before his death from tuberculosis at the age of 25.
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Sonnet Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeares Poems Facing A Lovers Complaint

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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --Not in lone splendour hung aloft the
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like
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Song Hush Hush! Tread Softly!

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Hush, hush
tread softly
hush, hush my dear
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Endymion Book I

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will
Pass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing
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A Song About Myself

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There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels, A slight cap For night cap, A hair brush, Comb ditto, New stoc...
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I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill

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I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diad...
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Ode To Psyche

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O Goddess
hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes...
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Sonnet To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall

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Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand
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Lamia Part I

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Upon a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brak...
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Ode On Indolence

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One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp'd serene, In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
They pass'd, like figures on a marble urn, When s...
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci Original version

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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering
The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone
The squirrel's granary is full, And the harv...
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You Say You Love

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You say you love ; but with a
Chaster than a nun's, who
The soft Vespers to
While the chime-bell ringeth-O love me truly
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Fancy

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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 Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, ...
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Sonnet XV On The Grasshopper And Cricket

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The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
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Sonnet On The Sea

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It keeps eternal whisperings
Desolate shores, and with its mighty
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound
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Sonnet When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

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When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charactry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a ...
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Fragment Wheres The Poet

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Where's the Poet
show him
show him,
Muses nine
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