Category Archives: John Keats

Poem – Sleep And Poetry – John Keats

As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete  Was unto me, but why that I ne might  Rest I ne wist, for there n’as erthly wight  [As I suppose] had more of hertis ese  Than I, for I n’ad … Continue reading

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Poem – Robin Hood – John Keats

To A Friend  NO! those days are gone away,  And their hours are old and gray,  And their minutes buried all  Under the down-trodden pall  Ofthe leaves of many years:  Many times have winter’s shears,  Frozen North, and chilling East,  … Continue reading

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Poem – Dawlish Fair – John Keats

Over the hill and over the dale,  And over the bourn to Dawlish–  Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale  And gingerbread nuts are smallish.  Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill  And kicked up her petticoats fairly;  Says I … Continue reading

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Poem – His Last Sonnet – John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! –  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,  And watching, with eternal lids apart,  Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,  The moving waters at their priestlike task  Of pure ablution round … Continue reading

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Poem – An Extempore – John Keats

When they were come into Faery’s Court  They rang — no one at home — all gone to sport  And dance and kiss and love as faerys do  For Faries be as human lovers true —  Amid the woods they … Continue reading

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Poem – A Galloway Song – John Keats

Ah! ken ye what I met the day  Out oure the Mountains  A coming down by craggi[e]s grey  An mossie fountains —  A[h] goud hair’d Marie yeve I pray  Ane minute’s guessing —  For that I met upon the way  … Continue reading

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Poem – Lines – John Keats

UNFELT unheard, unseen,  I’ve left my little queen,  Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:  Ah! through their nestling touch,  Who—who could tell how much  There is for madness—cruel, or complying?  Those faery lids how sleek!  Those lips how moist!—they … Continue reading

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