On receiving a curious shell, and a Copy of

Verses from the same Ladies.

To [Hadst thou liv'd in days of old].
To Hope.

Imitation of Spenser.

'Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain.' Epistles:

To George Felton Mathew.

To my Brother George.
To Charles Cowden Clarke.
Sonnets:

I. To my Brother George.

II. To ['Had I a man's fair form, then
might my sighs.']

III. Written on the day that Mr. Leigh
Hunt left prison.

IV. 'How many bards gild the lapses of
time.'

V. To a Friend who sent me some roses. VI. To G. A. W.

VII. 'O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell.' VIII. To my Brothers.

IX.

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there.'

X. To one who has been long in city

pent.'

XI. On first Looking into Chapman's
Homer.

XII. On leaving some friends at an early hour.

XIII. Addressed to Haydon.

XIV. Addressed to the same.

XV. On the Grasshopper and Cricket.
XVI. To Kosciusko.

XVII. 'Happy is England.'
Sleep and Poetry.

II. ENDYMION: | A POETIC ROMANCE. | BY
JOHN KEATS. THE STRETCHED METRE
OF AN ANTIQUE SONG.' | LONDON: | PRINTED
FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY, | 93, FLEET
STREET, 1818.

III. LAMIA | ISABELLA, | THE EVE OF ST. AGNES, AND OTHER POEMS. BY JOHN KEATS, AUTHOR OF ENDYMION. LONDON: | PRINTED FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY, | FLEET STREET | 1820.

Lamia.

Isabella; or the Pot of Basil.
The Eve of St. Agnes.
Ode to a Nightingale.
Ode on a Grecian Urn.
Ode to Psyche.
Fancy.

Ode [ Bards of Passion and of Mirth'].
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern.

Robin Hood. To a Friend.
To Autumn.

Ode on Melancholy.

Hyperion: a Fragment.

464

The Eve of St. Mark.

To Fanny: Physician Nature! let my spirit blood.'

Stanzas: 'In a drear-nighted December.' Sonnets:

'Oh, how I love on a fair summer's eve.' 'To a Young Lady who sent me a laurel crown.'

'After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains.'

Written on the Blank space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe. On the Sea.

On Leigh Hunt's poem The Story of Rimini. 'When I have fears that I may cease to be.' To Homer.

Written in answer to a sonnet.

To J. H. Reynolds.

To

: Time's sea hath been five years

AFTER dark vapours have oppress'd our plains,
36.

Ah! ken ye what I met the day, 245.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 139.
Ah! woe is me! poor silver wing! 141.
All gentle folks who owe a grudge, 245.
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up, 238.
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove, 12.
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, 138.
As late I rambled in the happy fields, 13.
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
240.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever, 49.

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs,
26.

Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, 11.
Happy, happy glowing fire! 140.
Happy is England! I could be content, 35.
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem, 4.
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak, 36.
Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid, 121.
He is to weet a melancholy Carle, 250.
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, 242.
Here all the summer could I stay, 242.
Highmindedness, a jealousy for good, 33.
How fever'd is the man, who cannot look, 142.
How many bards gild the lapses of time! 8.
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my
dear! 120.

I

-

cry your mercy-pity-love! aye, love, 215.
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
144.

If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front,
192.

I had a dove and the sweet dove died, 125.
In a drear-nighted December, 34.

In after-time, a sage of mickle lore, 9.
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, 216.
In the wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch, 89.
In thy western halls of gold, 6.

I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, 14.

It keeps eternal whisperings around, 37.

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there,
8.

King of the stormy sea, 93.

Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry, 27.

Many the wonders I this day have seen, 26.
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia,
119.

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 9.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains,
144.

My spirit is too weak-mortality, 36.

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, 123.
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist, 126.
Not Aladdin magian, 122.

No! those days are gone away, 41.

Now morning from her orient chamber came, 1.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong
glance, 34.

O Arethusa, peerless nymph! why fear, 77.
O blush not so! O blush not so, 248.
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate, 2.
O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, 240.
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd, 246.
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, 30.
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung,
143.

O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute!
40.

Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, 13.
O, I am frighten'd with most hateful thoughts!
240.

Old Meg she was a Gipsy, 243.

One morn before me were three figures seen,
136.

O soft embalmer of the still midnight, 142.
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, 12.
O Sorrow, 96.

O that a week could be an age, and we, 44.

O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,
43.

O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang,
52.

O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, 239.

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,
251.

Physician Nature! let my spirit blood! 137.

Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud,
123.

St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was! 127.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 213.
Shed no tear — O shed no tear, 141.

Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid
coals, 33.

So, I am safe emerged from these broils! 159.
Son of the old moon-mountains African! 41
Souls of Poets dead and gone, 40.
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, 42.
Spirit here that reignest! 42.

Standing aloof in giant ignorance, 119.

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
10.

The church bells toll a melancholy round, 35.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone, 214.
The Gothic looks solemn, 252.

The poetry of earth is never dead, 35.

There is a charm in footing slow across a silent
plain, 246.

There was a naughty Boy, 244.

The stranger lighted from his steed, 240.
The sun, with his great eye, 239.

The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,
120.

Think not of it, sweet one, so, 38.

This mortal body of a thousand days, 122.
This pleasant tale is like a little copse, 36.
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, 135.
Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
124.

'Tis the witching time of night, 249.

To-night I'll have my friar - let me think,
239.

To one who has been long in city pent, 13.
Two or three Posies, 251.

Unfelt, unheard, unseen, 38.

Upon a Sabbath-day it fell, 196.

Upon a time, before the faery broods, 146.
Upon my Life, Sir Nevis, I am piqued, 247.

Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, 42.
What can I do to drive away, 214.

What is more gentle than a wind in summer? 18.
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd
state, 5.

What though, while the wonders of nature ex-
ploring, 3.

When by my solitary hearth I sit, 5.

When I have fears that I may cease to be, 39.
When they were come into the Faery's Court,
249.

When wedding fiddles are a-playing, 240.
Where be ye going, you Devon maid? 243.
Where's the Poet? show him! show him, 238.
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun, 39.
Who, who from Dian's feast would be away ?

102.

Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell,
137.

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, 2.

Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake, 28.

Cameron, Mrs., and Ben Nevis, 247.

CAP AND BELLS, THE, 216.

'Castle Builder, The,' Fragment of, 239.
Cat, To a, 252.

Chapman's Homer, On first looking into, 9.
Chatterton, To, 2.

Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe,
Written on the Blank Space at the End of, 36.
Chorus of Fairies, 140.

Clarke, Charles Cowden, Epistle to, 30.

Cottage where Burns was born, Written in the,
121.

Curious Shell and a Copy of Verses, On receiv-
ing a, 4.

Daisy's Song, 239.

Death, On, 1.

Devon Maid, The, 243.

DRAMAS, 158.