When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;And … Continue reading Poem – “When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be”
John Keats
Poem – “To One Who has Been Long in City Pent”
To one who has been long in city pent'Tis very sweet to look into the fairAnd open face of heaven, - to breathe a prayerFull in the smile of the blue firmament.Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lairOf wavy grass, and reads a debonairAnd gentle tale of love … Continue reading Poem – “To One Who has Been Long in City Pent”
Poem – “To Solitude”
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—Nature's observatory—whence the dell,In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep'Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leapStartles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.But though I'll … Continue reading Poem – “To Solitude”
Serpent's Den 