Sonnet XII: On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:
And let there glide by many a pearly car
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
And half-discovered wings, and glances keen.
The while let music wander round my ears,
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let me write down a line of glorious tone,
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
For what a height my spirit is contending!
'Tis not content so soon to be alone.

John Keats

John Keats was an English Romantic poet who is among the most beloved of all English poets. His work is characterized by sensual imagery, most notably in his series of odes. Though his poems were not generally well-received by critics during his lifetime, his reputation grew posthumously. Keats’ work, such as "Ode to a Nightingale", and "To Autumn", has had a lasting effect on many writers and artists. He died at the young age of 25 from tuberculosis.

John Keats

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Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq.

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
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One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
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Sonnet V: To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses

As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert; when anew
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I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
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Sonnet VI: To G. A. W.

Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
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Art thou most lovely? when gone far astray
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Of sober thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
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Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,
And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;
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With outspread wings the Naiad Zephyr courts,
Or ruffles all the surface of the lake
In striving from its crystal face to take
Some diamond water drops, and them to treasure
In milky nest, and sip them off at leisure.
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Nor to such downy rest can he allure them;
For down they rush as though they would be free,
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