John Keats (1795–1821). Poetical Works. 1884.
Contents
- I Stood tip-toe upon a little hill
- Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
- Calidore: A Fragment
- To Some Ladies
- On receiving a curious Shell
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- To Hope
- Imitation of Spenser
- Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain
- To My Brother George
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- Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison
- How many bards gild the lapses of time!
- To a Friend who sent me some Roses
- To G. A. W.
- O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
- To My Brothers
- Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there
- To one who has been long in city pent
- On first looking into Chapman’s Homer
- On leaving some Friends at an early Hour
- Addressed to Haydon
- Addressed to the Same
- On the Grasshopper and Cricket
- To Kosciusko
- Happy is England! I could be content