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John Keats: Ode to Psyche

by John Keats Ode on a Grecian UrnFancyOde to Psyche O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should…

John Keats: Fancy

by John Keats Ode to PsycheBards of passion and of mirthFancy Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain…

John Keats: Bards of passion and of mirth

by John Keats FancyLines on the Mermaid TavernBards of passion and of mirth Bards of passion and of mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-…

John Keats: Lines on the Mermaid Tavern

by John Keats Bards of passion and of mirthRobin HoodLines on the Mermaid Tavern Souls of poets dead and gone, What elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer…

John Keats: Robin Hood

by John Keats Lines on the Mermaid TavernTo AutumnRobin Hood To a Friend No! those days are gone away, And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all Under the…

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: 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…