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John Keats: How many bards gild the lapse...
Written on the day that Mr. Le... To a Friend who sent me some Roses How many bards gild the lapse... How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food…John Keats: O Solitude! if I must with th...
To G. A. W. To My Brothers O Solitude! if I must with th... O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the…John Keats: Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'...
To My Brothers To one who has been long in c... Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'... Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The…John Keats: Epistles
by JohnKeatsWoman! when I behold thee flip...SonnetsEpistles "Among the rest a shepheard (though but young Yet hartned to his pipe) with all the skill His few yeeres could, began to fit his quill…John Keats: To My Brother George
by JohnKeatsTo * * * * * *To My Brother George Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kist away the tears That fill'd the eyes of morn;--the laurel'd peers Who…John Keats: To one who has been long in city pent,
by JohnKeatsKeen, fitful gusts are whisp'r...On first looking into Chapman's HomerTo one who has been long in city pent, To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look…John Keats: On first looking into Chapman's Homer
by JohnKeatsTo one who has been long in city pent,On leaving some Friends at an early HourOn first looking into Chapman's Homer Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many…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…Trending
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