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John Keats: Ode on Melancholy
by John Keats To AutumnOde on Melancholy 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…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: 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…John Keats: To one who has been long in c...
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'... On first looking into Chapman's Homer To one who has been long in c... To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the…