A Dream;As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
Happy Is England; Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through its tall woods with high romances blent:
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant.
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters;
Enough their simple loveliness for me,
Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging:
Yet do I often warmly burn to see
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing,
And float with them about the summer waters.
Bright Star; Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
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John Keats wrote poems including:
Ode to a Nightingale
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Ode to Psyche
To Autumn
Ode on Melancholy
Ode on Indolence
Ode to Fancy
John Keats wrote 54 poems that are considered his major works. These include famous poems such as "Ode to a Nightingale," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," and "To Autumn."
John Keats was an English Romantic poet. He penned his first poem, "An Imitation of Spenser," in 1814, at age 19.
Not poem, poems. He wrote all 5 of his "Great Odes" in 1819.
he wrote 150 poems. :) pinky promise
he writes storys on your mom!
The author of "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is John Keats, a prominent English Romantic poet. The poem reflects on the themes of art, beauty, and the limitations of human experience.
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yes he did write many poems. to read these poems go to ralphedisonpoetry.com
116 poems
55 poems
he wrote 599 poems
John Keats's "On the Sonnet" consists of 14 lines and is structured as an Italian sonnet, which includes an octave (8 lines) followed by a sestet (6 lines). It does not consist of quatrains, which are four-line stanzas typically found in poems like William Shakespeare's sonnets.
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She wrote more than 650 poems.
He wrote 49 poems in his life...
he dide in 2003 and he did 22 kids poems
John Clare wrote over 80 poems during his time in the mental hospital. These poems often reflected his isolation, longing for nature, and struggles with mental illness. They are considered some of his most poignant and introspective works.