O love me truly – by John Keats

  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! You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid’s nun, And kept his weeks of Ember— O love […]

To Autumn by John Keats

To Autumn John Keats 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 round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump […]

Ode to Autumn (John Keats)

Ode to Autumn By John Keats 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 round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, […]

And what is love? It is a doll dressed up by John Keats

And what is love? It is a doll dressed up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That silly youth doth think to make itself Divine by loving, and so goes on Yawning and doting a whole summer long, Till Miss’s comb is made a perfect tiara, And […]

Bright Star by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast 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 earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and […]

I cry your mercy — pity — love — ay, love by John Keats

I cry your mercy — pity — love — ay, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmask’d, and being seen — without a blot! O! let me have thee whole, — all — all — be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest Of love, your kiss, — those […]

The Human Seasons by John Keats

Four seasons fill the measure of the year ; There are four seasons in the mind of man. He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span. He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming nigh […]

“A Song About Myself” by John Keats

1 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 shirt With some towels – A slight cap For night cap – A hair brush, Comb ditto, New Stockings For […]

“Addressed to Haydon” by John Keats

High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame, Dwells here and there with people of no name, In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: And where we think the truth least understood, Oft may be found a “singleness of aim,” That ought to frighten into hooded shame A money-mongering, pitiable brood. […]

“A Dream, after reading Dante’s Episode of Paola and Francesca” by John Keats

As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoone’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes; And, seeing it asleep, so fled away – Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies, Nor […]