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Complete Poems

Complete Poems

by John Keats, Jack StillingerJohn Keats
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Here is the first reliable edition of John Keats's complete poems designed expressly for general readers and students.

Upon its publication in 1978, Jack Stillinger's The Poems of John Keats won exceptionally high praise: "The definitive Keats," proclaimed The New Republic--"An authoritative edition embodying the readings the poet himself most probably intended, prepared by the leading scholar in Keats textual studies."

Now this scholarship is at last available in a graceful, clear format designed to introduce students and general readers to the "real" Keats. In place of the textual apparatus that was essential to scholars, Stillinger here provides helpful explanatory notes. These notes give dates of composition, identify quotations and allusions, gloss names and words not included in the ordinary desk dictionary, and refer the reader to the best critical interpretations of the poems. The new introduction provides central facts about Keats's life and career, describes the themes of his best work, and speculates on the causes of his greatness.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780674154315
Publisher: Harvard
Publication date: 01/01/1991
Pages: 528
Sales rank: 1,208,643
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x (d)

About the Author

Jack Stillinger is Professor of English and a permanent member of the Center for Advanced Study at the University of Illinois.

Table of Contents



Imitation of Spenser

On Peace

Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles's Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing

Stay, ruby breated warbler, stay

Fill for me a brimming bowl

As from the darkening gloom a silver dove

To Lord Byron

Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate

Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison

To Hope

Ode to Apollo

To Some Ladies

On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies

O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell

To George Felton Mathew

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs

Hadst tho liv'd in days of old

I am as brisk

Give me women, wine, and snuff

Specimen of an Induction to a Poem

Calidore: A Fragment

To one who has been long in city pent

Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve

To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses

Happy is England! I could be content

To My Brother George (sonnet)

To My Brother George (epistle)

To Charles Cowden Clarke

How many bards gild the lapses of time

On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there

On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour

To My Brothers

Addressed to Haydon

Addressed to the Same

To G. A. W.

To Koscuisko

Sleep and Poetry

I stoof tip-toe upon a little hill

Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition

On the Grasshopper and Cricket

After dark vapours have oppressed our plains

To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown

On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt

To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd

God of the golden bow

This pleasant tale is like a little copse

To Leigh Hunt, Esq.

On Seeing the Elgin Marbles

To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on seeing the Elgin Marbles

On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me

On The Story of Rimini

On the Sea

Unfelt, unheard, unseen

Hither, hither, love

You say you love; but with a voice

Before he went to live with owls and bats

The Gothic looks solemn

O grant that like to Peter I

Think not of it, sweet one, so

Endymion: A Poetic Reminder

In drear nighted December

Apollo to the Graces

To Mrs. Reynold's Cat

Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair

On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Lines on the Mermaid Tavern

O blush not so! O blush not so

Hence burgundy, claret, and port

God of the meridian

Robin Hood

Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow

Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb

To the Nile

Spense, a jealous honorer of thine

Blue!—'Tis the life of heaven—the domain

O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind

Extracts from an Opera

Four seasons fill the measure of the year

For there's Bishop's Teign

Where by ye going, you Devon maid

Over the hill and over the dale

Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed

To J. R.

Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil

Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia

To Homer

Give me your patience, sister, while I frame

Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes

On Visiting the Tomb of Burns

Old Meg she was a gypsy

There was a naughty boy

Ah! ken ye what I met the day

To Ailsa Rock

This mortal body of a thousand days

All gentle folks who owe a grudge

Of late two dainties were before me plac'd

There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain

Not Aladdin magian

Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it oloud

Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd

On Some Skills in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies

Fragment of Castle-builder

And what is Love?—It is a doll dress'd up

'Tis the "witching time of night"

Where's the Poet? Show him! show him


Bards of passion and of mirth

Spirit here that reignest

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died

Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear

Ah! woe is me! poor Silver-wing

The Eve of St. Agnes

The Eve of St. Mark

Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell

When they were come unto the Faery's court

As Hermes once took to his feathers light

Character of C. B.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art

Hyperion: A Fragment

La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad

Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water

Sonnet to Sleep

Ode to Psyche

On Fame ("Fame, like a wayward girl")

On Fame ("How fever'd is the man")

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd

Two or three posies

Ode to a Nightingale

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Ode on a Melancholy

Ode on Indolence

Shed no tear—O shed no tear

Otho the Great: A Tragedy in Five Acts


Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes

To Autumn

The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love

What can I do to drive away

To Fanny

King Stephen: A Fragment of a Tragedy

This living hand, now warm and capable

The Jealousies: A Faery Tale, by Lucy Vaughan Lloyd of China Walk, Lambeth

In after time a sage of mickle lore


Selected Bibliography


Appendix: The Contents of 1817 and 1820

Index of Titles and First Lines

What People are Saying About This

W. J. Bate

Stillinger's edition of Keats is the first completely authoritative text, superseding the texts of all previous editions.

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