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ОглавлениеLife of John Keats by Sidney Colvin
Sonnet: When I have fears that I may cease to be
Sonnet Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition
Sonnet: Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Sonnet Written upon the Top of Ben Nevis
Sonnet: This pleasant tale is like a little copse
Sonnet to a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall
Sonnet on Visiting the Tomb of Burns
Sonnet on Leigh Hunt’s Poem ‘The Story of Rimini’
Sonnet: A Dream, after Reading Dante’s Episode of Paulo and Francesco
Sonnet Written in Answer to a Sonnet Ending thus:
Sonnet: After dark vapours have oppress’d our plains
Sonnet to John Hamilton Reynolds
Sonnet on Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
Sonnet: Before he went to feed with owls and bats
Sonnet Written in the Cottage where Burns was Born
Sonnet on Hearing the Bagpipe and
Sonnet: Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’s eve
Sonnet: As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
Sonnet on a Picture of Leander
Translation from a Sonnet of Ronsard
Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
Song: Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
Lines On Seeing a Lock of Milton’s Hair
Epistle to John Hamilton Reynolds
To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
To a Young Lady who Sent Me a Laurel Crown
Song: The stranger lighted from his steed
Song: I had a dove and the sweet dove died
Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison
On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
The Castle Builder - Fragments of a Dialogue
Happy is England! I Could Be Content
Lines Written in the Highlands after a Visit to Burns’s Country
How Many Bards Gild the Lapses of Time!
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
Oh, I am frighten’d with most hateful thoughts!
Fame, like a wayward Giri, will still be coy
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
O! Were I one of the Olympian twelve
To the Ladies who Saw Me Crown’d
A Prophecy: to George Keats in America
Song: Spirit here that reignest!
I Stood Tip-toe Upon a Little Hill
To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent
Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There
Lines Supposed to Have Been Addressed to Fanny Brawne
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell
Song of Four Faeries - Fire, Air, Earth, and Water -
How fever’d is the man, who cannot look
On Receiving a Curious Shell, And a Copy of Verses, From the Same Ladies
