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John Keats

1795 AD — 1821 AD

Listed in the author section of Bartlett’s ninth-edition anthology, in the linked 1905 printing. Dates reflect that historical edition and may differ from modern scholarship.

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Endymion
Lamia
The Eve of St
Hyperion
Ode to a Nightingale
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Stanzas
Addressed to Haydon
On first looking into Chapman's Homer
To One who has been long in City pent
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
John Keats
Printed citation: Keats
Page 118 · printed citation: Keats (Sleep and Poetry)
Page 121 · printed citation: Keats (Fancy)
Page 160 · printed citation: Keats (The Eve of St
Page 166 · printed citation: John Keats (His Last Sonnet, 1820)
Page 271 · printed citation: Keats (La Belle Dame sans Merci)
Page 303 · printed citation: Keats (The Eve of St
Page 83 · printed citation: Keats · subject: Failure
Page 238 · printed citation: Keats · subject: Shakespeare

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01c. 1808 AD

A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness.

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02c. 1808 AD

He ne'er is crown'd With immortality, who fears to follow Where airy voices lead.

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03c. 1808 AD

To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind.

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04c. 1808 AD

So many, and so many, and such glee.

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05c. 1808 AD

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust.

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06c. 1808 AD

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

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07c. 1808 AD

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

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08c. 1808 AD

The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

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09c. 1808 AD

Asleep in lap of legends old.

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10c. 1808 AD

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

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11c. 1808 AD

A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing.

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12c. 1808 AD

As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.

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13c. 1808 AD

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

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14c. 1808 AD

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd "La belle dame sans mercy."

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15c. 1808 AD

That large utterance of the early gods!

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16c. 1808 AD

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.

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17c. 1808 AD

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

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18c. 1808 AD

Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth.

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19c. 1808 AD

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

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20c. 1808 AD

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

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21c. 1808 AD

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on,— Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

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22c. 1808 AD

Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

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23c. 1808 AD

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

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24c. 1808 AD

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

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