John Keats

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs...

Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance,In what diviner moments of the dayArt thou most lovely? When gone far astrayInto the labyrinths of sweet utterance?Or when serenely wand'ring in a tranceOf sober thought? Or when starting away,With careless robe, to...

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or...

Quand je crains de cesser d’êtreAvant que ma plume ait glané mon fertile cerveau,Avant qu’une pile élevée de livres, dans leurs caractères imprimés,Renferme, comme de pleins greniers, une moisson bien mûre ; Quand j’étudie sur la face étoilée de la nuit,Les vastes...