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Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions
John DonneEditor's Note:In the original text, each section is typically comprised of a single paragraph which may be quite lengthy. In order to render the text more suitable for online reading, which…John Keats: Ode on indolence
To AutumnOde on indolence They toil not, neither do they spin.Matthew 6:28 One morn before me were three figures seen, With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one…John Keats: Over the Hill and Over the Dale
Modern LoveThe PoetOver the Hill and Over the Dale Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish— Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts are…John Keats: The Poet
Over the Hill and Over the DaleSongThe Poet A Fragment Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him! ’Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King Or…John Keats: Song
The PoetA Song About MyselfSong I O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. II There’s a blush…John Keats: A Song About Myself
SongStanzasA Song About Myself I There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be— He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a…John Keats: Stanzas
A Song About MyselfThis Living Hand, Now Warm and CapableStanzas I In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot…John Keats: This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable
StanzasTo J. H. Reynolds, Esq.This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb,…John Keats: To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.
This Living Hand, Now Warm and CapableTranslated from RonsardTo J. H. Reynolds, Esq. Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread Of shapes, and…John Keats: Translated from Ronsard
To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.Translated from Ronsard Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies For more adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of Beauty’s fairest dyes, And shap’d…