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John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)
Poems of John Keats
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| 161. | Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem | 3/23/2010 |
| 162. | Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of | 3/23/2010 |
| 163. | Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown | 3/23/2010 |
| 164. | Staffa | 3/23/2010 |
| 165. | Stanzas | 1/4/2003 |
| 166. | Stanzas To Miss Wylie | 3/23/2010 |
| 167. | Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December | 3/29/2010 |
| 168. | Teignmouth | 3/29/2010 |
| 169. | The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished | 3/23/2010 |
| 170. | The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone | 1/13/2003 |
| 171. | The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon | 3/23/2010 |
| 172. | The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment | 3/23/2010 |
| 173. | The Eve Of St. Agnes | 12/31/2002 |
| 174. | The Gadfly | 3/23/2010 |
| 175. | The Human Seasons | 12/31/2002 |
| 176. | Think Of It Not, Sweet One | 12/31/2002 |
| 177. | This Living Hand | 1/3/2003 |
| 178. | To **** | 3/23/2010 |
| 179. | To -------. | 3/23/2010 |
| 180. | To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses | 1/13/2003 |
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To My Brothers
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fix d, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoice
