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John Keats: On leaving some Friends at an early Hour
by JohnKeatsOn first looking into Chapman's HomerAddressed to HaydonOn leaving some Friends at an early Hour Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heap'd up flowers, in regions clear…John Keats: Addressed to Haydon
by JohnKeatsOn leaving some Friends at an early HourAddressed to the Same.Addressed to Haydon Highmindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man's fame, Dwells…John Keats: Addressed to the Same.
by JohnKeatsAddressed to HaydonOn the Grasshopper and CricketAddressed to the Same. Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn…John Keats: On the Grasshopper and Cricket
by JohnKeatsAddressed to the Same.To KosciuskoOn the Grasshopper and Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees…John Keats: To Kosciusko
by JohnKeatsOn the Grasshopper and CricketHappy is England! I could be contentTo Kosciusko Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes…John Keats: Happy is England! I could be content
by JohnKeatsTo KosciuskoHappy is England! I could be content Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through…John Keats: To * * * * * *
by JohnKeatsTo My Brother GeorgeWritten on the day that Mr. Le...To * * * * * * Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell, Thine ear, and…John Keats: Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison
by JohnKeatsTo * * * * * *How many bards gild the lapses of time!Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state Kind Hunt was shut…John Keats: How many bards gild the lapses of time!
by JohnKeatsWritten on the day that Mr. Le...To a Friend who sent me some RosesHow many bards gild the lapses of time! How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever…John Keats: To a Friend who sent me some Roses
by JohnKeatsHow many bards gild the lapses of time!To G. A. W.To a Friend who sent me some Roses As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew…