Keats Flashcards
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To Autumn
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- Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness
- To bend with apples
- Ripeness to the core
- Swell the gourd
- Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells
- Sitting careless on a granary floor
- hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind
- Drows’d with a fume of poppies
- Oozing hours by hours
- Where are the Songs of Spring?
- Thou hast music too
- The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft
- Gathering swallows twitter in the skies
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Ode to a Grecian Urn
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- Unravish’d bride of quietness
- What men or Gods are these? What maidens loth?
- Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter
- Pipe to the ditties of no tone
- For ever warm, for ever panting, for ever young
- Dost tease us out of thought
- Cold Pastoral
- Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
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Bright Star
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- Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
- Lone splendour
- Eternal lids apart
- Still unchangeable
- Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast
- Or else swoon to death
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On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
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- My spirit is too weak
- Mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep
- Each imagined pinnacle and steep of Godlike hardship tells me I must die
- Like a sick eagle looking at the sky
- Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
- Mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude wasting of old time
- A sun, a shadow of a magnitude
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When I Have Fears
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Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain
The full ripen’d grain
Hugh cloudy symbols of a high romance
Never relish the faery power of unreflecting love
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink
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On The Sea
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- Desolate shores
- Mighty swell
- As if the sea nymphs quired!
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On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer
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- Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
- Many goodly states and kingdoms seen
- Which bards in fealty Apollo hold
- One wide expanse
- I never breathe its pure serene
- I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold
- Felt I like some watcher of the skies
- Stout Cortez with his eagle eyes
- Look’d at each other with a wild surmise
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Ode On Melancholy
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- go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane
- Fosters the droop-headed flowers all
- She dwells with beauty - beauty that must die
- Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips bidding adieu
- In the very temple of Delight, Veil’d Melancholy has her shrine
- Joy’s grape against his palate fine
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Ode to a Nightingale
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- My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense
- As though of hemlock I have drunk
- Some melodious plot
- O for a draught of vintage!
- Beaded bubbles winking at the brim
- Fade away into the forest dim
- The weariness, the fever and the fret
- Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies
- I will fly to thee
- Tender is the night
- I cannot see what flowers are at my feet
- Embalmed darkness
- I have been half in love with easeful Death
- Seems it rich to die
- Thou wast not born for death, immoral bird!
- Forlorn! The very word is like a bell!
- Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
- Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep?
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Ode to Psyche
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- O Goddess! Hear these tuneless numbers
- Soft-handed slumber
- Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy! Fair than Phoebe … Or Vesper
- to make delicious moan
- No Voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
- All soft delight
- A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, to let the warm love in!