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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: 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…

John Keats: To Autumn

Ode on indolenceOdeTo Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that…

John Keats: Ode

To AutumnSonnetsOde Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the…

John Keats: On Seeing the Elgin Marbles

On a Leander Gem Which a Young...On Sitting Down to Read King L...On Seeing the Elgin Marbles My spirit is too weak—mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined…