"I saw pale kings and princes too, Hath thee in thrall!' "I saw their starved lips in the gloam "And this is why I sojourn here Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, John Keats ODE TO AUTUMN Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; - John Keats ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: When a new planet swims into his ken; WHEN I HAVE FEARS - John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be -John Keats TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT To one who has been long in city pent, 'T is very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, -to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair ON THE SEA John Keats It keeps eternal whisperings around Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood —John Keati ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE 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: 'T is not through envy of thy happy lot, Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, O for a draught of vintage! that hath been Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards; |