You Say You Love - Poem by John Keats

I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!

Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison - Poem by John Keats

What though, for showing truth to flattered state,
Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,
In his immortal spirit, been as free
As the sky-searching lark, and as elate.
Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait?

Written On A Summer Evening - Poem by John Keats

The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound

Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe - Poem by John Keats

This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops

Written On A Blank Space - Poem by John Keats

This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full-hearted stops;
And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops

Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born - Poem by John Keats

This mortal body of a thousand days 
Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, 
Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays, 
Happy and thoughtless of thy day of doom! 
My pulse is warm with thine old barley-bree, 
My head is light with pledging a great soul, 

Written Before Re-Reading King Lear - Poem by John Keats

O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute.
Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute

Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain - Poem by John Keats

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, 
Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; 
Without that modest softening that enhances 
The downcast eye, repentant of the pain 
That its mild light creates to heal again: 

Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell - Poem by John Keats

Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
No God, no demon of severe response
Deigns to reply from heaven or from hell
Then to my human heart I turn at once:
Heart, thou and I are here, sad and alone,

Where's The Poet? - Poem by John Keats

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 poorest of the beggar-clan

Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? - Poem by John Keats

WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?

When I Have Fears - Poem by John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be 
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; 
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds - Poem by John Keats

O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist 
And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars, 
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time. 
O thou, whose only book has been the light 

On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns - Poem by John Keats

The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,
The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem,
Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream
I dreamed long ago, now new begun.

Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles - Poem by John Keats

I. 
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak 
Definitively of these mighty things; 
Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, 
That what I want I know not where to seek, 

Two Sonnets On Fame - Poem by John Keats

I.
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;

Two Or Three - Poem by John Keats

Two or three Posies 
With two or three simples--
Two or three Noses
With two or three pimples--
Two or three wise men

Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard - Poem by John Keats

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 and tinted her above all Peers:

To&Mdash; - Poem by John Keats

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell,
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprise:

To The Nile - Poem by John Keats

Son of the old Moon-mountains African!
Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!
We call thee fruitful, and that very while
A desert fills our seeing's inward span: