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Aug. 28th, 2017

med_cat: (cat and books)
med_cat: (cat and books)

"Sonnet to a Cat", by John Keats

Aug. 28th, 2017 at 6:29 AM
med_cat: (cat and books)
Sonnet to a Cat


Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd? - How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr'ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all the wheezy asthma, - and for all
Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall.


Posthumous and fugitive Poems
[Read the biographical context.]

John Keats
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Jun. 28th, 2015

med_cat: (cat in dress)
med_cat: (cat in dress)

'Robin Hood', by John Keats

Jun. 28th, 2015 at 10:39 PM
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] elenbarathi at 'Robin Hood', by John Keats
Robin Hood

No! those days are gone away,
And their hours are old and gray,
And their minutes buried all
Under the down-trodden pall
Of the leaves of many years:
Many times have winter's shears,
Frozen North, and chilling East,
Sounded tempests to the feast
Of the forest's whispering fleeces,
Since men knew nor rent nor leases.

No, the bugle sounds no more,
And the twanging bow no more;
Silent is the ivory shrill
Past the heath and up the hill;
There is no mid-forest laugh,
Where lone Echo gives the half
To some wight, amaz'd to hear
Jesting, deep in forest drear.

( On the fairest time of June, )
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Sep. 29th, 2012

med_cat: (Default)
med_cat: (Default)

Autumn

Sep. 29th, 2012 at 7:53 AM
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 (S. Yaseneva, "Slight Nostalgia)
Originally posted by levkonoe
**
Ode to Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.


( Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? )
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Jul. 14th, 2011

med_cat: (Hourglass)
med_cat: (Hourglass)

When I Have Fears

Jul. 14th, 2011 at 5:11 AM
med_cat: (Hourglass)

When I Have Fears


When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

John Keats

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mood: contemplative

Mar. 8th, 2010

med_cat: (Watson bookworm)
med_cat: (Watson bookworm)

Ode to a Nightingale

Mar. 8th, 2010 at 6:18 PM
med_cat: (Watson bookworm)
Ode to a Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,--
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

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mood: contemplative