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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: 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…