Loading...
en
English Español Français Italiano

John Keats

Asleep! O Sleep a Little While, White Pearl!

Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
And let me breathe into the happy air,
That doth enfold and touch thee all about,
Vows of my slavery, my giving up,
My sudden adoration, my great love!

#EnglishWriters

Analysis
1
Liked or faved by...
Bruno G.
Other works by John Keats...
Sonnet. on a Picture of Leander

Come hither all sweet Maidens sob… Down looking aye, and with a chast… Hid in the fringes of your eyelids… And meekly let your fair hands joi… As if so gentle that ye could not…
There Was a Naughty Boy

There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be— He took
 1
 1
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the real… And many goodly states and kingdom… Round many western islands have I… Which bards in fealty to Apollo h… Oft of one wide expanse had I bee…
 1
Sonnet to George Keats: Written in Sickness

Brother belov’d if health shall sm… Upon this wasted form and fever’d… If e’er returning vigour bid these… And languid limbs their gladsome s… Well may thy brow the placid glow…
Fragment of ‘The Castle Builder.’

To-night I’ll have my friar—let m… About my room,—I’ll have it in th… It should be rich and sombre, and… Just in its mid-life in the midst… Should look thro’ four large windo…
To ****

Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance, And thy humid eyes that dance In the midst of their own brightne…
 1
Song. Written on a Blank Page in Beaumont and Fletcher’s Works

Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burneth! Spirit here that mourneth! Spirit! I bow
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles for the First Time

My spirit is too weak; mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwillin… And each imagined pinnacle and ste… Of godlike hardship tells me I mu… Like a sick eagle looking at the s…
 1
Stanzas

IN a drear-nighted December,    Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember    Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them,
Epistle to John Hamilton Reynolds

Dear Reynolds, as last night I la… There came before my eyes that won… Of shapes, and shadows, and rememb… That every other minute vex and pl… Things all disjointed come from no…
 1
Song of the Indian Maid, From 'Endymion’

O SORROW!    Why dost borrow    The natural hue of health, from…    To give maiden blushes    To the white rose bushes?
Teignmouth

Here all the summer could I stay, For there’s Bishop’s teign And King’s teign And Coomb at the clear Teign head… Where close by the stream
 1
To G.A.W.

Nymph of the downward smile and si… In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?—when gone fa… Into the labyrinths of sweet utter… Or when serenely wandering in a tr…
 1
On a Dream

As Hermes once took to his feathe… When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon… So on a Delphic reed, my idle spr… So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’… The dragon—world of all its hundre…
Ode on Indolence

One morn before me were three figu… With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands… And one behind the other stepp’d s… In placid sandals, and in white ro… They pass’d, like figures on a mar…
 1



Top