John Keats Poems

BOOK I
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
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HITHER hither, love---
'Tis a shady mead---
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!
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"Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell."

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domain
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Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
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ST Agnes' Eve---Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
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IN drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
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From BOOK I


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
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I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
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ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.
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High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name,
In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:
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