Here is the first reliable edition of Keats's complete poems designed expressly for general readers and students. Jack Stillinger provides helpful explanatory notes to the poems which 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.

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Here is the first edition of Keatsâ™s complete poems expressly for general readers and students. Stillinger provides explanatory notes to the poems which give dates of composition, identify quotations and allusions, gloss names and words not found in an ordinary desk dictionary, and refer the reader to the best critical interpretations of the poems.

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Introduction Chronology 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 Fancy 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