|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Keats. (17951821) (continued)|
| The poetry of earth is never dead.|
| On the Grasshopper and Cricket.|
| Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind|
Along the reedy stream; a half-heard strain,
Full of sweet desolationbalmy pain.
| I stood tip-toe upon a little Hill.|
| There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.|
| Preface to Endymion.|
| Bards of Passion and of Mirth,|
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too?
| Ode to the fair Maid of the Inn.|
| Ay, in the very temple of Delight|
Veild Melancholy has her sovran shine.
| Ode on Melancholy. Stanza 3.|
| It keeps eternal whisperings around|
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns.
| Sonnet. On the Sea.|
| The sweet converse of an innocent mind.|
| Sonnet. To Solitude.|
| She no tearO shed no tear!|
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no moreO weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the roots white core.
| Faery Song 1.|
| The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!|
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast.
| Sonnet The Day is gone.|
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep.
| Sonnet. On seeing the Elgin Marbles.|
| Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art|
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night