Fancy (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) When the Night doth meet the Noon In a dark conspiracy To banish Even from her sky. Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self-overaw'd... continue reading
Human Seasons, The (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man... continue reading
Last Sonnet (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night... continue reading
Mermaid Tavern, The (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known— Happy field or mossy cavern Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? continue reading
Ode On Melancholy (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine... continue reading
Ode To Psyche (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear... continue reading
Song Of The Indian Maid (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) O Sorrow! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?— To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes? Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips? continue reading
Terror of Death, The (by: John Keats (1795 - 1821)) When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, continue reading
