- A thing of beauty is a joy for ever … (Endymion)
- After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day … (After dark vapours have oppressed our plains)
- Ah! ken ye what I met the day… (A Galloway Song)
- All gentle folks who owe a grudge …. (The Gadfly)
- An Apartment in the Castle. Enter CONRAD. Conrad. So, I am safe emerged from these broils! …. (Otho the Great: A Tragedy in Five Acts)
- And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle …. (Modern Love)
- As from the darkening gloom a silver dove Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light… (As from the darkening gloom a silver dove)
- As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept… (As Hermes once took to his feathers light)
- As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew … (To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses)
- Bards of Passion and of Mirth … (Ode)
- Before he went to live with owls and bats, Nebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream… (Before he went to live with owls and bats)
- Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,–the domain Of Cynthia,–the wide palace of the sun… (Blue!—’Tis the life of heaven—the domain)
- Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night… (Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art)
- Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! … (Sonnet to Byron)
- Cat! who hast passed thy grand climacteric … (To Mrs. Reynold’s Cat)
- Chief of organic Numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres! …. (Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton’s Hair)
- Come hither, all sweet maidens soberly ….. (On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me)
- Dear Reynolds! as last night I lay in bed… (Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds)
- Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn …. (Hyperion)
- Each one the face a moment whiles to me …. (Ode on Indolence)
- Ever let the Fancy roam…. (Fancy)
- Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye!… (Isabella; or, the Pot of Basil)
- Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees ….. (On Fame)
- Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave….. (The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream)
- Fill for me a brimming bowl And let me in it drown my soul…. (Fill for me a brimming bowl)
- For there’s Bishop’s teign And King’s teign And Coomb at the clear Teign head …. (For there’s Bishop’s Teign)
- Four Seasons fill the measure of the year …… (The Human Seasons)
- Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear … (To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown)
- Full many a dreary hour have I past … (To My Brother George)
- Give me a golden pen, and let me lean …. (On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour)
- Give me women, wine and snuff Until I cry out «hold, enough!»… (Women, wine, and snuff)
- Give me your patience, sister, while I frame… (Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Keats)
- Glory and loveliness have pass’d away … (To Leigh Hunt, Esq.)
- God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre …. (Hymn To Apollo)
- God of the meridian! And of the east and west!… (God of the meridian)
- Good Kosciusko! thy great name alone … (To Koscuisko)
- Great spirits now on earth are sojourning… (Addressed to the Same)
- Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell …. (To.- )
- Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, O what wonders had been told … (To.)
- Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own … (Happy is England! I could be content)
- Happy, happy glowing fire! Dazzling bowers of soft retire….. (Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water)
- Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem … (On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies)
- Haydon! Forgive me, that I cannot speak ….. (To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on seeing the Elgin Marbles)
- He is to weet a melancholy carle… (Character of C. B.)
- Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! … (To Ailsa Rock)
- Hence burgundy, claret, and port, Away with old hock and madeira …. (Hence burgundy, claret, and port)
- Highmindedness, a jealousy for good… (Addressed to Haydon)
- Hither hither, love— ‘Tis a shady mead—….. (Hither, hither, love)
- How fever’d is the man, who cannot look Upon his mortal days with temperate blood …. (On Fame)
- How many bards gild the lapses of time! few of them have ever been the food …. (How many bards gild the lapses of time)
- Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very well….. (Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear)
- I am as brisk As a bottle of wisk…. (I am as brisk)
- I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love! Merciful love that tantalises not … (I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love)
- I had a dove, and the sweet dove died And I have thought it died of grieving … (I had a dove, and the sweet dove died)
- I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still … (I stoof tip-toe upon a little hill)
- If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d …. (On the Sonnet)
- If shame can on a soldier’s vein-swoll’n front …. (King Stephen: A Fragment of a Tragedy)
- In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree… (In drear nighted December)
- In after-time, a sage of mickle lore Y-cleped Typographus, the Giant took…. (In after time a sage of mickle lore)
- In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool …. (The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale (Unfinished)
- In silent barren Synod met, Within those roofless walls where yet … (On Some Skills in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness)
- In thy western halls of gold When thou sittest in thy state …. (Ode to Apollo)
- Infatuate Britons, will you still proclaim His memory, your direst, foulest shame?…. (Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing)
- It keeps eternal whisperings around …. (On the Sea)
- Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry …. (Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there)
- Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry; For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye…. (Specimen of an Induction to a Poem)
- Many the wonders I this day have seen … (To My Brother George)
- Minutes are flying swiftly, and as yet Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain … (On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt)
- Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!…. Fragment of an Ode to Maia
- Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold …. (On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer)
- My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains …. (Ode to a Nightingale)
- My spirit is too weak—mortality … (On Seeing the Elgin Marbles)
- Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies …. (Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard)
- Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, For more adornment, a full thousand years …. (Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard)
- No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray …. (Robin Hood)
- No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist ….. (Ode on a Melancholy)
- Not Aladdin magian Ever such a work began …. (Not Aladdin magian)
- Now Morning from her orient chamber came … (Imitation of Spenser)
- Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance …. (To G. A. W.)
- O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing ….. (Sharing Eve’s Apple)
- O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! Dear child of sorrow – son of misery! …. (Sonnet to Chatterton)
- O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown …. (To Emma)
- O golden tongued Romance, with serene lute! … (On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again)
- O Gooddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung …. (Ode to Psyche)
- O grant that like to Peter I May like to Peter B …. (O grant that like to Peter I)
- O Peace! and dost thou with thy presence bless … (On Peace)
- O soft embalmer of the still midnight!….. (Sonnet to Sleep)
- O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap …… (O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell)
- O that week could be an age, and we …. (To J. H. Reynolds)
- O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist…… (O thou whose face hath felt the winter’s wind)
- O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? …. (La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad)
- O! were I one of the Olympian twelve … (Extracts from an Opera)
- Of late two dainties were before me plac’d Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent … (Of late two dainties were before me plac’d)
- Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning … (To Charles Cowden Clarke)
- Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’s eve, When streams of light pour down the golden west….. (Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’s eve)
- Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors…. (Meg Merrilies)
- Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish …. (Over the hill and over the dale)
- Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes… (A Party Of Lovers)
- Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! …. (Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud)
- Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! … (To Autumn)
- Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!… (Faery Songs)
- Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coal …. (To My Brothers)
- Son of the old Moon-mountains African! … (To the Nile)
- Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known …. (Lines on the Mermaid Tavern)
- Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine…. (Sonnet to Spenser)
- Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! ….. (Spirit here that reignest)
- St. Agnets’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was! ….. (The Eve of St. Agnes)
- Standing aloof in giant ignorance …. (To Homer)
- Stay, ruby breasted warbler, stay, And let me see thy sparkling eye….. (Stay, ruby breated warbler, stay)
- Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong … (To George Felton Mathew)
- Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes, And sweet is the voice in its greeting….. (Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes)
- The church bells toll a melancholy round …. (Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition)
- The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast …. (The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone)
- The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column …. (The Gothic looks solemn)
- The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun…. (On the Grasshopper and Cricket)
- The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun …. (On Visiting the Tomb of Burns)
- There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain…. (There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain)
- There was a naughty boy… (A Song About Myself)
- Think not of it, sweet one, so; Give it not a tear …. (Think not of it, sweet one, so)
- This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold…. (This living hand, now warm and capable)
- This mortal body of a thousand days Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room …. (This mortal body of a thousand days)
- This pleasant tale is like a little copse …. (Written On The Blank Space Of A Leaf At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe)
- Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness ….. (Ode on a Grecian Urn)
- Time’s sea hath been five years at its low ebb, Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand …. (Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb)
- Tis ” the witching time of night”, Orbed is the moon and bright …. (Tis the “witching time of night”)
- To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair …. (To one who has been long in city pent)
- To-night I’ll have my friar — let me think About my room, — I’ll have it in the pink… (Fragment Of “The Castle Builder”)
- Two or three posies With two or three simples …. (Two or three posies)
- Unfelt, unheard, unseen, I’ve left my little queen……. (Lines)
- Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell…. (The Eve of St. Mark)
- Upon a time, before the faery broods…. (Lamia)
- Upon my Life Sir Nevis I am pique’d That I have so far panted tugg’d and reek’d … (Ben Nevis: A Dialogue)
- Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow… (A Song of Opposites)
- What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they have seen …. (What can I do to drive away)
- What is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer…… (Sleep and Poetry)
- What is there in the universal earth …. (To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown’d)
- What though while the wonders of nature exploring … (To Some Ladies)
- What though, for showing truth to flatter’d state …. (Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison)
- When by my solitary hearth I sit …. (To Hope)
- When I have fears that I may cease to be …. (Where by ye going, you Devon maid)
- When they were come into Faery’s Court… (An Extempore)
- Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him … (Where’s the Poet?)
- Which of the fairest three Today will ride with me? … (Apollo to the Graces)
- Who loves to peer up at the morning sun…. (On Leigh Hunt’s Poem, the ‘Story of Rimini’ )
- Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response … (Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell)
- Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies … (Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain)
- You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth…. (You say you love; but with a voice)
- Young Calidore is paddling o’er the lake…. (Calidore: A Fragment)
Back to Complete list of John Keats’s poems by alphabet (149 poems)