John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

Give me women, wine, and snuff Until 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

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, ...

1
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where—-where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, thy glory, The l...

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

There are who lord it o'er their
With most prevailing tinsel: who
Their baaing vanities, to browse
The comfortable green and juicy

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

BOOK I
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

Deep in the shady sadness of a
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,

Fill for me a brimming
And in it let me drown my soul:
But put therein some drug,
To Banish Women from my mind:

I
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...