Full Online Books
BOOK CATEGORIES
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
LINKS
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
donate
Full Online Book HomeAuthor John KeatsPage 1
Famous Authors (View All Authors)

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 4 Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 4

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 4
BOOK IV Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot, While yet our England was a wolfish den; Before our forests heard the talk of men; Before the first of Druids was a child;-- Long didst thou sit amid our regions wild Rapt in a deep prophetic solitude. There came an eastern voice of solemn mood:--... Poems - Post by : smartgroup - Date : May 2012 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3607

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 3 Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 3

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 3
BOOK III There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away The comfortable green and juicy hay From human pastures; or, O torturing fact! Who, through an idiot blink, will see unpack'd Fire-branded foxes to sear up and singe Our gold and ripe-ear'd hopes. With not one tinge Of sanctuary splendour, not a sight Able to face an owl's, they still are dight... Poems - Post by : smartgroup - Date : May 2012 - Author : John Keats - Read : 1606

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 2 Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 2

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 2
BOOK II O sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through the mist of passed years: For others, good or bad, hatred and tears Have become indolent; but touching thine, One sigh doth echo, one poor sob doth pine, One kiss brings honey-dew from buried days. The woes of Troy, towers smothering o'er their blaze, Stiff-holden shields, far-piercing spears, keen blades, Struggling, and blood, and shrieks--all dimly fades 10... Poems - Post by : smartgroup - Date : May 2012 - Author : John Keats - Read : 1428

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 1 Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 1

Endymion: A Poetic Romance - Book 1
BOOK IA thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways... Poems - Post by : smartgroup - Date : May 2012 - Author : John Keats - Read : 2552

Lamia. Part 1 Lamia. Part 1

Lamia. Part 1
PART I. Upon a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns, The ever-smitten Hermes empty left His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft: From high Olympus had he stolen light, On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight 10 Of his great summoner, and... Poems - Post by : jempub - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 1472

Lamia. Part 2 Lamia. Part 2

Lamia. Part 2
PART II. Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is--Love, forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast:-- That is a doubtful tale from faery land, Hard for the non-elect to understand. Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down, He might have given the moral a fresh frown, Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss To breed distrust and hate, that make the soft voice hiss. 10 Besides, there,... Poems - Post by : keeone - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3209

Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil

Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil
A STORY FROM BOCCACCIO. I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each to be the other by; They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep But to each other dream, and nightly weep. II. With every morn their love grew tenderer, With every eve deeper and tenderer... Poems - Post by : langers80 - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 2834

The Eve Of St. Agnes The Eve Of St. Agnes

The Eve Of St. Agnes
I. St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. II.... Poems - Post by : sixthsense - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 2929

Ode To A Nightingale Ode To A Nightingale

Ode To A Nightingale
1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,-- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of... Poems - Post by : ebkslab - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3028

Ode On A Grecian Urn Ode On A Grecian Urn

Ode On A Grecian Urn
1. Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?... Poems - Post by : Madeez - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 1838

Ode To Psyche Ode To Psyche

Ode To Psyche
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes? I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly, And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof 10... Poems - Post by : huineng - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 1133

Fancy Fancy

Fancy
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy! let her loose; Summer's joys are spoilt by use, 10 And the enjoying of the Spring Fades as... Poems - Post by : Count_T._Ryman - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 662

Ode (bards Of Passion And Of Mirth) Ode (bards Of Passion And Of Mirth)

Ode (bards Of Passion And Of Mirth)
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon; With the noise of fountains wond'rous, And the parle of voices thund'rous; With the whisper of heaven's trees And one another, in soft ease 10 Seated on Elysian... Poems - Post by : Kenan - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 2804

Lines On The Mermaid Tavern Lines On The Mermaid Tavern

Lines On The Mermaid Tavern
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine? Or are fruits of Paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of venison? O generous food! Drest as though bold Robin Hood 10 Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and... Poems - Post by : Eric_Louviere - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3080

Robin Hood. To A Friend Robin Hood. To A Friend

Robin Hood. 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 Of the leaves of many years: Many times have winter's shears, Frozen North, and chilling East, Sounded tempests to the feast Of the forest's whispering fleeces, Since men knew nor rent nor leases. 10 No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no... Poems - Post by : Palmer - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 2466

To Autumn To Autumn

To Autumn
1. 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 the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will... Poems - Post by : ekukec - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 1738

Ode On Melancholy Ode On Melancholy

Ode On Melancholy
1. No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.... Poems - Post by : jcrogers49 - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3361

Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 1 Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 1

Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 1
BOOK I. 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 star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.... Poems - Post by : georgetta - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 2029

Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 2 Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 2

Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 2
BOOK II Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings Hyperion slid into the rustled air, And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd. It was a den where no insulting light Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans They felt, but heard not, for the solid roar Of thunderous waterfalls and torrents hoarse, Pouring a constant bulk, uncertain where. Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd 10 Ever as if... Poems - Post by : afterburners - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3158

Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 3 Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 3

Hyperion - A Fragment: Book 3
BOOK III Thus in alternate uproar and sad peace, Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes; For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire: A solitary sorrow best befits Thy lips, and antheming a lonely grief. Leave them, O Muse! for thou anon wilt find Many a fallen old Divinity Wandering in vain about bewildered shores. Meantime touch piously the Delphic harp, 10 And not... Poems - Post by : Ravenaven - Date : May 2011 - Author : John Keats - Read : 3405