John Keats

A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid of the Inn' BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Endymion: Book I ENDYMION. Endymion: Book II O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! Endymion: Book III There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men Endymion: Book IV Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! Epistle To My Brother George Full many a dreary hour have I past, Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Happy Is England! I Could Be Content Happy is England! I could be content Hyperion BOOK I In Drear-Nighted December In drear-nighted December, Ode On A Grecian Urn Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Ode To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion' O SORROW! Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion' O SORROW! Stanzas IN a drear-nighted December, To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses As late I rambled in the happy fields, To Autumn I To Homer Standing aloof in giant ignorance, To Hope When by my solitary hearth I sit, To My Brother George Many the wonders I this day have seen: To My Brothers Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, Written On A Summer Evening The church bells toll a melancholy round,