To Autumn

the poet has none; no identity – he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.

[most4rdently]

we are not condemned to endure our lives…we can change them.

[misterjohnkeats]

"And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side."

[misterjohnkeats]

"I conjure you to think, at present, of nothing but pleasure."

[misterjohnkeats]

"I feel that it would be no bad thing to be the favorite of some Fairy"

[misterjohnkeats]

"I made up my mind to step indoors, and catch a sight flying between the showers"

[misterjohnkeats]

"The thrushes and blackbirds have been singing me into an idea that it was spring, and almost that leaves were on the trees."

[misterjohnkeats]

"Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine"

[misterjohnkeats]

"Surely the mind of man is closely bound In some black spell"

[misterjohnkeats]

"Soft voices had they, that with tender plea Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled."

[misterjohnkeats]

"And he's awake who thinks himself asleep."

[misterjohnkeats]

"Is this to be borne? Hark ye!"

[misterjohnkeats]

"In summer luxury,--he has never done With his delights"

[misterjohnkeats]

"The stock-dove shall hatch her soft brace and shall coo, While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!"

[misterjohnkeats]

"Who loves to linger with that brightest one Of Heaven -- Hesperus -- let him lowly speak These numbers to the night and starlight meek"

[misterjohnkeats]

"Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne"

[misterjohnkeats]

"He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature."

[misterjohnkeats]

"The bells had ceas'd, the prayers begun"