John keats

The Day is Gone

THE day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,

Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape and lang'rous waist Faded the flower and all its budded charms,

Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,

Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise-
Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday-or holinight

Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I've read love's missal through to-day,
He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

Keats's Last Sonnet

Written on a blank page of the Poems of Shakespeare, facing 'A Lover's Complaint'

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 priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.— No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest;

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

bartley Coleridge

the son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, was born in 1796. He was educated first in Cumberland, proceeding to Oxford in 1815. He was elected to a fellowship at Oriel College, but was deprived of the place within a year. He was of a highly sensitive temperament. and his dismissal was the turning-point to failure in his life. He occasionally wrote magazine articles, and in 1832 made for a publisher in Leeds his Worthies of Yorkshire. Appended

is one of his best-known songs.

She is not fair to outward view

SHE is not fair to outward view,

As many maidens be;

Her loveliness I never knew

Until she smiled on me!

Oh, then I saw her eye was bright-
A well of love, a spring of light.

But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply;
And yet I cease not to behold

The love-light in her eye :
Her very frowns are sweeter far

Than smiles of other maidens are.

Jobn Hamilton Reynolds

was a brother-in-law of Thomas Hood. Addresses to Great People (1825). letters, wrote for the reviews, and with which he was assailed.

Together they wrote Odes and
Reynolds was a notable man of
defended Keats against the abuse
He was born in 1796, and at

the time of his death, in 1852, he was clerk of the
County Court of the Isle of Wight.

Go where the water glideth gently ever

Go where the water glideth gently ever,
Glideth by meadows that the greenest be;
Go, listen to our belovèd river:

And think of me!

Wander in forests where the small flower layeth
Its fairy gem beside the giant tree;
Listen the dim brook pining while it playeth :
And think of me!

Watch when the sky is silver pale at even,
And the wind grieveth in the lonely tree;
Go out beneath the solitary heaven !

And think of me!

And when the moon riseth as she were dreaming,
And treadeth with white feet the lulled sea,
Go, silent as a star beneath her beaming,

And think of me!

Thomas baynes Bayly

was the author of a great body of songs, dramas, and tales. Some of his songs, notably 'I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,' attained tremendous success, and, in a lesser degree, 'She wore a wreath of Roses,' 'We met: 'twas in a crowd.' Bayly was born at Bath in 1797, and died in 1839.

Do you remember

Do you remember when you heard

My lips breathe love's first faltering word;
You do, sweet-don't you?

When, having wander'd all the day,

Link'd arm in arm, I dared to say,
'You'll love me-
—won't you?'

And when you blush'd, and could not speak,
I fondly kiss'd your glowing cheek :
Did that affront you?

Oh, surely not: your eye exprest
No wrath-but said, perhaps in jest,
You'll love me— -won't you?

I'm sure my eyes replied, 'I will';
And you believe that promise still;
You do, sweet-don't you?

Yes, yes! when age has made our eyes
Unfit for questions, or replies,

You'll love me-won't you?