First linesJohn Keats

  1. After dark vapours have oppress’d our plains Sonnet
  2. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, La Belle Dame Sans Merci
  3. And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up Modern Love
  4. As from the darkening gloom a silver dove Sonnet
  5. As Hermes once rook to his feathers light, A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode of “Paolo and Francesca”
  6. As late I rambled in the happy fields, To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
  7. Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl “Asleep! O Sleep a Little While, White Pearl”
  8. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ode
  9. Blue! ’Tis the life of heaven,⁠—the domain Written in Answer to a Sonnet Ending Thus
  10. Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! The Last Sonnet
  11. Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! To Byron
  12. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, On Death
  13. Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric, To a Cat
  14. Chief of organic numbers! On Seeing a Lock of Milton’s Hair
  15. Come hither, all sweet maidens soberly, On a Picture of Leander
  16. Dear Reynolds! As last night I lay in bed, Epistle to John Hamilton Reynolds
  17. Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Hyperion
  18. Ever let the Fancy roam, Fancy
  19. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Isabella, or the Pot of Basil
  20. Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy Another on Fame
  21. Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave Hyperion: A Vision
  22. Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; The Human Seasons
  23. Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown
  24. Full many a dreary hour have I past, Epistle to My Brother George
  25. Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour
  26. Glory and loveliness have pass’d away; To Leigh Hunt, Esq.
  27. God of the golden bow, Hymn to Apollo
  28. Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone To Kosciusko
  29. Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; Addressed to Benjamin Robert Haydon
  30. Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs To ⸻
  31. Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, To ⸻
  32. Happy is England! I could be content Sonnet
  33. Happy, happy glowing fire! Chorus of Fairies
  34. Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem On Receiving a Curious Shell and a Copy of Verses from the Same Ladies
  35. Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak To Haydon
  36. He is to weet a melancholy Carle: Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown
  37. Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! To Ailsa Rock
  38. Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, A Draught of Sunshine
  39. How fever’d is that man, who cannot look On Fame
  40. How many bards gild the lapses of time! Sonnet
  41. Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! Song
  42. I cry your mercy⁠—pity⁠—love⁠—aye, love! To Fanny
  43. I had a dove and the sweet dove died; Song
  44. I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, “I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill”
  45. If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d, Sonnet
  46. In after-time, a sage of mickle lore Spenserian Stanza
  47. In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, The Cap and Bells
  48. In thy western halls of gold Ode to Apollo
  49. Inscribed Endymion
  50. It keeps eternal whisperings around On the Sea
  51. Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there Sonnet
  52. Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry; Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
  53. Many the wonders I this day have seen: To My Brother George
  54. Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! Fragment of an Ode to Maia
  55. Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer
  56. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains Ode to a Nightingale
  57. My spirit is too weak⁠—mortality On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  58. Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, Translation from a Sonnet of Ronsard
  59. No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Ode on Melancholy
  60. No! those days are gone away, Robin Hood
  61. Not Aladdin magian At Fingal’s Cave
  62. Now Morning from her orient chamber came, Imitation of Spenser
  63. Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance, To G. A. W.
  64. O blush not so! O blush not so! Sharing Eve’s Apple
  65. O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! To Chatterton
  66. O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung Ode to Psyche
  67. O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
  68. O soft embalmer of the still midnight, To Sleep
  69. O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Sonnet to Solitude
  70. O that a week could be an age, and we To John Hamilton Reynolds
  71. O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, What the Thrush Said
  72. O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, “O! Were I One of the Olympian Twelve”
  73. Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, Epistle to Charles Cowden Clarke
  74. Oh, I am frighten’d with most hateful thoughts! “Oh, I Am Frighten’d with Most Hateful Thoughts!”
  75. Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’s eve, Sonnet
  76. Old Meg she was a Gipsy, Meg Merrilies
  77. One morn before me were three figures seen, Ode on Indolence
  78. Physician Nature! let my spirit blood! Ode to Fanny
  79. Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Written Upon the Top of Ben Nevis
  80. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, To Autumn
  81. Shed no tear! O shed no tear! Faery Songs
  82. Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, To My Brothers
  83. Son of the old moon-mountains African! To the Nile
  84. Souls of Poets dead and gone, Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
  85. Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, To Spenser
  86. Spirit here that reignest! Song
  87. St. Agnes’ Eve⁠—Ah, bitter chill it was! The Eve of St. Agnes
  88. Standing aloof in giant ignorance, To Homer
  89. Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, Epistle to George Felton Mathew
  90. The church bells toll a melancholy round, Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition
  91. The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sonnet
  92. The poetry of earth is never dead: On the Grasshopper and Cricket
  93. The stranger lighted from his steed, Song
  94. The sun, with his great eye, Daisy’s Song
  95. The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, On Visiting the Tomb of Burns
  96. There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, Lines Written in the Highlands After a Visit to Burns’s Country
  97. Think not of it, sweet one, so;⁠— On ⸻
  98. This mortal body of a thousand days Written in the Cottage Where Burns Was Born
  99. This pleasant tale is like a little copse: Written on the Blank Space at the End of Chaucer’s Tale of The Floure and the Lefe
  100. Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Ode on a Grecian Urn
  101. Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, To a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall
  102. ’Tis the witching time of night, A Prophecy
  103. To one who has been long in city pent, Sonnet
  104. To-night I’ll have my friar⁠—let me think Fragment of “The Castle Builder”
  105. Unfelt, unheard, unseen, Lines
  106. Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; The Eve of St. Mark
  107. Upon a time, before the faery broods Lamia
  108. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, A Song of Opposites
  109. What can I do to drive away Lines to Fanny
  110. What is more gentle than a wind in summer? Sleep and Poetry
  111. What though, for showing truth to flatter’d state, Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison
  112. What though, while the wonders of nature exploring, To Some Ladies
  113. When by my solitary hearth I sit, To Hope
  114. When I have fears that I may cease to be Sonnet
  115. When wedding fiddles are a-playing, Folly’s Song
  116. Where’s the Poet? Show him! show him, “Where’s the Poet? Show Him! Show Him”
  117. Who loves to peer up at the morning sun, On Leigh Hunt’s Poem, The Story of Rimini
  118. Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell; Sonnet
  119. Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, “Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain”
  120. Young Calidore is paddling o’er the lake; Calidore

All poets.