And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. — John Keats Copy Share Image
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings — John Keats Copy Share Image
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings! — John Keats Copy Share Image
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently? — John Keats Copy Share Image
Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . . — John Keats Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee… — John Keats Copy Share Image
... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me… — John Keats Copy Share Image
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and… — John Keats Copy Share
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.… — John Keats Copy Share
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In… — John Keats Copy Share
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one… — John Keats Copy Share
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could… — John Keats Copy Share
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With… — John Keats Copy Share
When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou… — John Keats Copy Share
