ducal Library of Weimar, identifies the story, which is a variant of the Third Calender's story in The Arabian Nights, as the 'Histoire de la Corbeille,' in the Nouveaux Contes Orientaux of the Comte de Caylus. 53. Page 399. Hunt's triumphal entry into London.' Mr. Forman makes the following note on this passage: Henry Hunt, of Manchester Massacre fame, ended an imprisonment of two years and a half on the 30th of October, 1822, and made an entry into London" on the 11th of November, 1822; but the trial of which his imprisonment was the issue had not taken place till the spring of 1820; and the entry alluded to by Keats was one which took place between the massacre and the trial.' BIBLIOGRAPHICAL LIST OF KEATS'S POEMS IN this list the contents are given in their order of the three volumes published by Keats. Then follow the poems gathered by Lord Houghton, and those printed for the first time in the Letters, collected by Mr. Forman, Mr. Colvin, and Mr. Speed. The few instances of independent periodical publication of poems, and of those gathered by Mr. Forman, are noted in the head-notes to those poems. I. POEMS, BY JOHN KEATS. WHAT MORE FELICITY CAN FALL TO CREATURE, THAN TO ENJOY DELIGHT WITH LIBERTY' | Fate of the Butterfly. -SPENSER. | LONDON: PRINTED FOR C. & J. OLLIER, 3 WELBECK STREET, | CAVENDISH SQUARE. | 1817. Dedication. To Leigh Hunt, esq. 'I stood tip-toe upon a little hill.' Specimen of an Induction to a Poem. Calidore. A Fragment. To Some Ladies. On receiving a curious shell, and a Copy of Verses from the same Ladies. To. [Hadst thou liv'd in days of old]. Imitation of Spenser. 'Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain.' Epistles: To George Felton Mathew. To my Brother George. To Charles Cowden Clarke. Sonnets: I. To my Brother George. ['Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs.'] III. Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left prison. IV. 'How many bards gild the lapses of time.' V. To a Friend who sent me some roses. VI. To G. A. W. VII. 'O Solitude, if I must with thee dwell.' VIII. To my Brothers. IX. Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there.' X. To one who has been long in city pent.' XI. On first Looking into Chapman's XII. On leaving some friends at an early hour. XIII. Addressed to Haydon. XIV. Addressed to the same. XV. On the Grasshopper and Cricket. XVII. 'Happy is England.' II. ENDYMION: | A POETIC ROMANCE. | BY III. LAMIA ISABELLA, | THE EVE OF ST. AGNES, AND OTHER POEMS. BY JOHN KEATS, AUTHOR OF ENDYMION. LONDON: | PRINTED FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY, | FLEET STREET | 1820. Lamia. Isabella; or the Pot of Basil. The Eve of St. Agnes. Ode to a Nightingale. Ode on a Grecian Urn. Ode to Psyche. Ode [Bards of Passion and of Mirth']. Lines on the Mermaid Tavern. Robin Hood. To a Friend. To Autumn. Ode on Melancholy. Hyperion: a Fragment. IV. LIFE, LETTERS AND LITERARY REMAINS OF JOHN KEATS. EDITED BY RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES [AFTERWARD LORD HOUGHTON]. [The following were incorporated in the bio graphical portion.] To Spenser. To Chatterton. On seeing the Elgin Marbles. On seeing a lock of Milton's Hair. The Eve of St. Mark. To Fanny: Physician Nature! let my spirit blood.' Stanzas: In a drear-nighted December.' Sonnets: Oh, how I love on a fair summer's eve.' 'To a Young Lady who sent me a laurel crown. 'After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains.' Written on the Blank space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe. On the Sea. On Leigh Hunt's poem The Story of Rimini. 'When I have fears that I may cease to be.' To Homer. Written in answer to a sonnet. To J. H. Reynolds. Το -:Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb.' To Sleep. On Fame. Another on Fame. Why did I laugh to-night?' A Dream, after reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca. '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! - aye, love.' The Last Sonnet. V. THE LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS: Mrs. Cameron and Ben Nevis. A Little Extempore. The Human Seasons. To Thomas Keats. INDEX OF FIRST LINES AFTER dark vapours have oppress'd our plains, Ah! ken ye what I met the day, 245. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 139. 240. A thing of beauty is a joy forever, 49. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, 125. Brother belov'd, if health shall smile again, 252. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, 1. Chief of organic numbers, 39. Come hither all sweet maidens soberly, 38. Dear Reynolds! as last night I lay in bed, 241. Ever let the Fancy roam, 124. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel, 110. Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy, 142. Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they Four Seasons fill the measure of the year, 44. Full many a dreary hour have I past, 24. Give me a golden pen and let me lean, 9. 243. Glory and loveliness have pass'd away, 37. Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone, 34. Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs, 26. Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, 11. I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love, 215.. If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front,. I had a dove and the sweet dove died, 125. In after-time, a sage of mickle lore, 9. In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, 216. I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, 14. It keeps eternal whisperings around, 37. Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there, 8. King of the stormy sea, 93. Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry, 27. Many the wonders I this day have seen, 26. 119. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, 9. 144. My spirit is too weak-mortality, 36. Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, 123. No! those days are gone away, 41. Now morning from her orient chamber came, 1. O Arethusa, peerless nymph! why fear, 77. O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! Oh how I love, on a fair summer's eve, 13. Old Meg she was a Gipsy, 243. One morn before me were three figures seen, O soft embalmer of the still midnight, 142. O that a week could be an age, and we, 44. O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang, O were I one of the Olympian twelve, 239. Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Physician Nature! let my spirit blood! 137. Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud, St. Agnes' Eve Ah, bitter chill it was! 127. Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid So, I am safe emerged from these broils! 159. Standing aloof in giant ignorance, 119. Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, The church bells toll a melancholy round, 35. The poetry of earth is never dead, 35. There is a charm in footing slow across a silent There was a naughty Boy, 244. The stranger lighted from his steed, 240. The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, Think not of it, sweet one, so, 38. This mortal body of a thousand days, 122. 'Tis the witching time of night, 249. To-night I'll have my friar - let me think, To one who has been long in city pent, 13. Unfelt, unheard, unseen, 38. Upon a Sabbath-day it fell, 196. Upon a time, before the faery broods, 146. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, 42. What is more gentle than a wind in summer? 18. What though, while the wonders of nature ex- When by my solitary hearth I sit, 5. When I have fears that I may cease to be, 39. When wedding fiddles are a-playing, 240. Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell, 137. Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, 2. Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake, 28. |