John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Keats. (1795–1821) (continued) |
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The poetry of earth is never dead. |
On the Grasshopper and Cricket. |
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Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind Along the reedy stream; a half-heard strain, Full of sweet desolation—balmy pain. |
I stood tip-toe upon a little Hill. |
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There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. |
Preface to Endymion. |
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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. |
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Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shine. |
Ode on Melancholy. Stanza 3. |
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It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns. |
Sonnet. On the Sea. |
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The sweet converse of an innocent mind. |
Sonnet. To Solitude. |
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She no tear—O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more—O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. |
Faery Song 1. |
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast. |
Sonnet The Day is gone. |
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Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep. |
Sonnet. On seeing the Elgin Marbles. |
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night |