(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Poems of John Keats

181. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown 1/13/2003
182. To Ailsa Rock 1/13/2003
183. To Autumn 12/31/2002
184. To Byron 1/3/2003
185. To Charles Cowden Clarke 3/23/2010
186. To Fanny 1/13/2003
187. To G.A.W. 1/13/2003
188. To George Felton Mathew 3/23/2010
189. To Haydon 1/3/2003
190. To Homer 12/31/2002
191. To Hope 12/31/2002
192. To John Hamilton Reynolds 1/13/2003
193. To Mrs Reynolds' Cat 1/3/2003
194. To My Brother George 1/13/2003
195. To My Brothers 1/3/2003
196. To one who has been long in city pent 12/31/2002
197. To Sleep 12/31/2002
198. To Solitude 12/31/2002
199. To Some Ladies 3/23/2010
200. To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned 3/23/2010

To Mrs Reynolds' Cat

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy’d? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr’ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -

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