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John Keats
- celebration of art
- when i have fears
- When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
- Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened
grain;
- Chapman homer
- Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer
ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
- Ode to a nightingale
- My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains my sences
- Draught of vintage
And purple stained
mouth
- On the viewless wings of poesy
- Imortalisation
- Ode to a nightingale
- Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread
thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days
- Ode to a grecian urn
- Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou
foster-child of silence and slow time,
- Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever
can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
- ittle town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and
not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
- Love and immortality
- Bright star
- Bright star would i were as staedfast as thou art
- Watching with eternal lids apart like natures patient sleepless termite
- Pillowed in the fair loves ripening breast for ever its soft fall and swell
- Negative power of love
- Ode to a grecian urn
- A wild ecstacy of love
- La belle dame sans cers merci
- Faery power
- roots of relish sweet honey wild and manna dew
- Their starved lips in the gloom with horridwarning gaped widw
- nature and death
- Ode to autumn
- season of fmists and fruitfulness
- and full of fruit with ripeness to the core
- Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies
- Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?