INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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     As late I rambled in the happy fields                       19
     Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl                 57
     A thing of beauty is a joy for ever                         34

     Bards of Passion and of Mirth                               47
     Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art             62

     Deep in the shady sadness of a vale                         52

     Ever let the Fancy roam                                     46

     Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel                             39
     Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy                60
     Four Seasons fill the measure of the year                   59
     Full many a dreary hour have I past                         13

     Give me a golden pen, and let me lean                       26
     Glory and loveliness have passed away                        2
     Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone                        30
     Great spirits now on earth are sojourning                   28

     Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs                16
     Hadst thou liv'd in days of old                              8
     Happy is England! I could be content                        31
     Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem                  7
     Highmindedness, a jealousy for good                         27
     How fever'd is the man, who cannot look                     61
     How many bards gild the lapses of time                      18

     In a drear-nighted December                                 56
     I stood tip-toe upon a little hill                           3

     Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings             53

     Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there            23

     Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry                           4
     Love in a hut, with water and a crust                       40

     Many the wonders I this day have seen                       15
     Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold                 25
     Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse                       37
     My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains                 43

     No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist                      51
     No! those days are gone away                                49
     Now Morning from her orient chamber came                    10
     Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance            20

     Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning                  14
     O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung               45
     O solitude! if I must with thee dwell                       21
     O sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm                  35
     O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms                         58

     Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness                     50
     Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals        22
     Souls of Poets dead and gone                                48
     St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was                     42
     Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong                12

     The poetry of earth is never dead                           29
     There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men                 36
     Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness                    44
     Thus in alternate uproar and sad peace                      54
     To one who has been long in city pent                       24

     Upon a time, before the faery broods                        39

     What is more gentle than a wind in summer                   32
     What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state           17
     What though, while the wonders of nature exploring           6
     When by my solitary hearth I sit                             9
     When I have fears that I may cease to be                    55
     Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain                    11

     Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake                     5

                   Keats, John. 1884. Poetical Works. London: Macmillan.