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John Keats: Poems
by John Keats The Eve of St. AgnesHyperion: A FragmentPoemsOde to a NightingaleOde on a Grecian UrnOde to PsycheFancyBards of passion and of mirthLines on the Mermaid TavernRobin HoodTo AutumnOde on…John Keats: Book I
by John Keats Book IIBook I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn,…John Keats: Book II
by John Keats Book IBook IIIBook II Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings Hyperion slid into the rustled air, And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place Where Cybele and…John Keats: Book III
by John Keats Book IIBook III Thus in alternate uproar and sad peace, Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes; For thou art weak to sing…John Keats: Hyperion: A Fragment
by John Keats PoemsHyperion: A Fragment If any apology be thought necessary for the appearance of the unfinished poem of Hyperion, the publishers beg to state that they alone are…John Keats: Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems
by John Keats Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other PoemsContentsLamiaIsabella; or, The Pot of BasilThe Eve of St. AgnesPoemsHyperion: A FragmentJohn Keats: "What more felicity can fall to creature,
by JohnKeatsTo Leigh Hunt, Esq."What more felicity can fall to creature, "What more felicity can fall to creature, Than to enjoy delight with liberty." Fate of the Butterfly -Spenser…John Keats: Imitation of Spenser
by JohnKeatsTo HopeWoman! when I behold thee flip...Imitation of Spenser Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny…John Keats: Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
by JohnKeatsImitation of SpenserEpistlesWoman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that…John Keats: To George Felton Mathew
by JohnKeatsTo My Brother GeorgeTo George Felton Mathew Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song; Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view A…