464 BIBLIOGRAPHICAL LIST OF KEATS'S POEMS 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. Το -:Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb.' To Sleep. On Fame. Another on Fame. 'Why did I laugh to-night?' A Dream, after reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca. 'If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd.' 'The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone.' 'I cry your mercy-pity - love! - aye, love.' The Last Sonnet. V. THE LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS: Mrs. Cameron and Ben Nevis. A Little Extempore. The Human Seasons. To Thomas Keats. INDEX OF FIRST LINES AFTER dark vapours have oppress'd our plains, Ah! ken ye what I met the day, 245. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 139. A thing of beauty is a joy forever, 49. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, 125. Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,- the domain, 43. 232. Brother belov'd, if health shall smile again, 252. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, 1. 252. Chief of organic numbers, 39. Come hither all sweet maidens soberly, 38. Dear Reynolds! as last night I lay in bed, 241. Ever let the Fancy roam, 124. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel, 110. Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy, Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they Four Seasons fill the measure of the year, 44. Full many a dreary hour have I past, 24. Give me a golden pen and let me lean, 9. Glory and loveliness have pass'd away, 37. Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone, 34. Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, 11. I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love, 215. If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front, I had a dove and the sweet dove died, 125. 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. I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, 14. It keeps eternal whisperings around, 37. Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, King of the stormy sea, 93. Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry, 27. Many the wonders I this day have seen, 26. 119. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 9. My spirit is too weak — mortality, 36. Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, 123. No! those days are gone away, 41. Now morning from her orient chamber came, 1. O Arethusa, peerless nymph! why fear, 77. O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! Oh how I love, on a fair summer's eve, 13. Old Meg she was a Gipsy, 243. One morn before me were three figures seen, O soft embalmer of the still midnight, 142. O that a week could be an age, and we, 44. 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, Physician Nature! let my spirit blood! 137. Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, St. Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! 127. Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid So, I am safe emerged from these broils! 159. Standing aloof in giant ignorance, 119. Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, 10. The church bells toll a melancholy round, 35. The poetry of earth is never dead, 35. There is a charm in footing slow across a silent There was a naughty Boy, 244. The stranger lighted from his steed, 240. The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, Think not of it, sweet one, so, 38. This mortal body of a thousand days, 122. '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. Unfelt, unheard, unseen, 38. Upon a Sabbath-day it fell, 196. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, 42. What is more gentle than a wind in summer? 18. What though, while the wonders of nature ex- When by my solitary hearth I sit, 5. When I have fears that I may cease to be, 39. When wedding fiddles are a-playing, 240. Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell, Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, 2. Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake, 28. INDEX OF TITLES [The titles of major works and general divisions are set in SMALL CAPITALS.] Cameron, Mrs., and Ben Nevis, 247. CAP AND BELLS, THE, 216. 'Castle Builder, The,' Fragment of, 239. Chapman's Homer, On first looking into, 9. Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe, Clarke, Charles Cowden, Epistle to, 30. Cottage where Burns was born, Written in the, Curious Shell and a Copy of Verses, On receiv- Daisy's Song, 239. Death, On, 1. Devon Maid, The, 243. DRAMAS, 158. Gadfly, The, 245. G. A. W., To, 34. George, Epistle to my Brother, 24. George, To my Brother, 26. Grasshopper and Cricket, On the, 35. Grecian Urn, Ode on a, 134. Haydon, Benjamin Robert, Addressed to, 33. |