Category John Keats

They toil not, neither do they spin.’   One morn before me were three figures seen,     With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands, side-faced; And one behind the other stepp’d serene,     In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;…

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: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape        Of deities or…

St. Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!        The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;        The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,        And silent was the flock in woolly fold:        Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers,…

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist        Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d        By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;                Make not your rosary of yew-berries,        Nor let the…

I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving. O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving; Sweet little red feet!…

Bards of passion and of mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon; With the noise of…

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…

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 thy hand: And yet I never…

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, For meet adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of beauty, fairest dyes, And shap’d and tinted her above all peers Meanwhile love kept her dearly with his wings, And underneath their…

Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! I look into the chasms, and a shroud Vapourous doth hide them, — just so much I wist Mankind do know of hell;…