John Keats (1795–1821)

Andre

Fill for me a brimming bowl
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
In drear nighted December
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl
Four seasons fill the measure of the year
To Homer
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad
Sonnet to Sleep
Ode on Indolence