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008 720719s1931 enkc 001 p eng
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050 00 $aPR4830$b.F31 1931
082 04 $a821$220
049 $aMAIN
100 1 $aKeats, John,$d1795-1821.
240 10 $aPoems.$f1931
245 14 $aThe poetical works of John Keats /$cedited, with an introduction and textual notes, by H. Buxton Forman, C.B.
260 $aLondon :$bOxford University Press :$bHumphrey Milford,$c1931.
300 $alvi, 495 pages :$bportrait ;$c19 cm
336 $atext$btxt$2rdacontent
337 $aunmediated$bn$2rdamedia
338 $avolume$bnc$2rdacarrier
490 1 $aOxford standard authors
500 $aIncludes index.
504 $aBibliography: p. [lxv]-lxxix.
505 0 $aImitation of Spenser -- To some ladies -- On receiving a curious shell and a copy of verses from the same ladies -- Song -- Ode to Apollo -- Hymn to Apollo -- To hope -- To— -- Specimen of an induction to a poem -- Calidore: a fragment -- 'Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain' -- 'I stood tiptoe upon a little hill' -- Sleep and poetry -- On... -- Lines -- Epistle to George Felton Mathew -- Epistle to my brother George -- To Charles Cowden Clarke -- 'O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate' -- 'Byron! how seetly sad thy melody' -- 'SPenser! a jealous honourer of thine' -- To my brother George -- 'As from the darkening gloom a silver dove' -- Written on a summer evening -- To G.A.W. -- To— -- To a friend who sent me some roses -- 'O solitude! if I must with thee dwell' -- 'Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve' -- To a young lady who sent me a laurel crown -- Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left prison -- To Kosciusko -- 'How many bards gild the lapses of time' -- On first looking into Chapman's Homer -- 'Keen fitful gusts are whispering here and there' - On leaving some friends at an early hour -- 'Happy is England! I could be content' -- To my brothers -- On the grasshopper and cricket -- Addressed to Haydon -- Addressed to the same -- 'After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains' -- On seeing the Elgin Marbles for the first time -- To Haydon (with the above) -- 'When I have fears that I may cease to be' -- On Leigh Hunt's poem, the 'Story of Rimini' -- To Leigh Hunt, esq. -- Written on the blank space of a leaf at the end of Chaucer's tale of 'The Flowre and the Lefe' -- On a picture o fLeander -- On the sea -- Endymion -- On a lock of Milton's hair -- To the Nile -- In a letter to Haydon -- 'Where be you going, you Devon maid?' -- On visiting the tomb of Burns -- Written in Burns' cottage -- Meg Merrilies -- Sonnet on Ailsa Rock -- Walking in Scotland -- Staffa -- Ben Nevis -- Lines on the Mermaid Tavern -- Robin Hood -- To fancy -- To the poets -- A prophecy -- Fragment -- To Psyche -- To autumn -- On melancholy -- To a nightingale -- On a Grecian urn -- On indolence -- The eve of saint Mark -- To Fanny -- To— -- Isabella, or the pot of Basil; a story, from Boccaccio -- Hyperion, a vision -- Hyperion -- The eve of St. Agnes -- Lamia -- 'In a drear-nighted December' -- 'Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear!' -- 'Shed no tear! oh shed no tear!' -- 'Spirit heare that reignest!' -- 'Ah! woe is me! poore silver-wing!' -- Song of four fairies -- Extracts from an opera -- Ballad, la belle dame sans merci -- To Reynolds -- 'Where's the poet?' -- Modern love -- Fragment of 'The Castle Builder' -- 'Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow' -- 'To the one who has been long in city pent' -- The human seasons -- Written before re-reading 'King Lear' -- From Ronsard -- Answer to a sonnet by J. H. Reynolds -- To Homer -- 'O that a week could be an age, and we' -- To— -- To sleep -- On fame -- On fame -- 'Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell' -- On a dream -- '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!—ay, love!' -- 'Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—'.
590 $bInternet Archive - 2
590 $bInternet Archive 2
600 10 $aKeats, John,$d1795-1821.
600 17 $aKeats, John,$d1795-1821.$2fast$0(OCoLC)fst00052274
700 1 $aForman, H. Buxton$q(Harry Buxton),$d1842-1917,$eeditor.
830 0 $aOxford standard authors.
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