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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…John Keats: Happy is England! I could be ...
To Kosciusko Happy is England! I could be ... Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall…John Keats: To My Brother George ("Full many a dreary hour")
by JohnKeats To George Felton Mathew To Charles Cowden Clarke To My Brother George Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewilder'd, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons…John Keats: To Charles Cowden Clarke
by JohnKeatsTo My Brother GeorgeTo Charles Cowden Clarke Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning; He slants his neck beneath the…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…