Potential Titles: John Keats

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The squirrel's granary is full - John Keats "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"

Found me roots of relish sweet - John Keats "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"

The new soft fallen mask of snow - John Keats "Bright Star"

A sleep full of sweet dreams - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

A shady boon for simple sheep - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

An endless fountain of immortal drink - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

While the willow trails its delicate amber - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

With universal tinge of sober gold - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

I send my herald thought into a wilderness - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Dress my uncertain path with green - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Plains where fed the herds of Pan - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Between the swell of turf and slanting branches - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

A melancholy spirit well might win - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Rain-scented eglantine gave temperate sweets - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Sated with a faint breath of music - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

In smoothest echoes breaking - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

As we might mark a lynx's eye - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Making directly for the woodland altar - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Let not my weak tongue faulter - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

A portion of ethereal dew - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Bearing the burden of a shepherd song - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Whiter still than Leda's love - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

To guard a thousand flocks - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

The dim echoes of old Triton's horn - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Choice honey for a favoured youth - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Sleeker than night-swollen mushrooms - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Where meeting hazels darken - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

The dreary melody of bedded reeds - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

By all the trembling mazes that she ran - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Dread opener of the mysterious doors - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Bred Thermopylae its heroes - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Cull time's sweet first-fruits - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

To hide the cankering venom - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

That grief itself embalms - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Some midnight spirit nurse - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Minstrel memories of times gone by - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Great key to golden palaces - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Morning incense from the fields of May - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

A magic bed of sacred dittany - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Oat-sheaves drooping in the western sun - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Thorns out-grown like spiked aloe - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Help to stem the ebbing sea - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Vain as swords against the enchased crocodile - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Leaps of grasshoppers against the sun - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Leave his name upon the harp-string - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

A ring-dove let fall a sprig of yew - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Before the crystal heavens darken - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Palaces and towers of amethyst - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Visions, dreams, and fitful whims of sleep - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Within the space of a swallow's nest-door - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Ghosts of melodious prophecyings - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

In every place where infant Orpheus slept - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

An orbed drop of light - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Nurtured like a pelican brood - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

To shake ambition from their memories - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Beyond the shadow of a dream - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

On their stalks set like vestal primroses - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Dark velvet edges them round - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Such a breathless honey-feel of bliss - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Preserved me from the drear abyss - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Sits, and babbles thorough silence - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Perplexed her with a thousand things - John Keats "The Eve of Saint Mark"

Some ghostly queen of spades had come to mock - John Keats "The Eve of Saint Mark"

To ease my breast of melodies - John Keats "Faery Song"

Young buds sleep in the root's white core - John Keats "Faery Song"

On this flush pomegranate bough - John Keats "Faery Song"

Ever cures the good man's ill - John Keats "Faery Song"

The flower will bloom another year - John Keats "Faery Song"

To look on mists in idleness - John Keats "The Human Seasons"

The healthy breath of morn - John Keats "Hyperion"

By reason of his fallen divinity - John Keats "Hyperion"

A Goddess of the infant world - John Keats "Hyperion"

Have ta'en Achilles by the hair - John Keats "Hyperion"

With a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel - John Keats "Hyperion"

A listening fear in her regard - John Keats "Hyperion"

The vanward clouds of evil days - John Keats "Hyperion"

Upon Saturn's bended neck - John Keats "Hyperion"

With all its solemn noise - John Keats "Hyperion"

Conscious of the new command - John Keats "Hyperion"

Silken mat for Saturn's feet - John Keats "Hyperion"

Strangled in my nervous grasp - John Keats "Hyperion"

Admonitions to the winds and seas - John Keats "Hyperion"

And all the yawn of hell - John Keats "Hyperion"

There must be a golden victory - John Keats "Hyperion"

Upon the gold clouds metropolitan - John Keats "Hyperion"

That word found way unto Olympus - John Keats "Hyperion"

The mist which eagles cleave - John Keats "Hyperion"

Too huge for mortal tongue or pen - John Keats "Hyperion"

Prophesyings of the midnight lamp - John Keats "Hyperion"

Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold - John Keats "Hyperion"

Touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks - John Keats "Hyperion"

Through all its thousand courts - John Keats "Hyperion"

When earthquakes jar their battlements - John Keats "Hyperion"

Upon the threshold of the west - John Keats "Hyperion"

Blown by the serious Zephyrs - John Keats "Hyperion"

The quavering thunder thereupon - John Keats "Hyperion"

Bid old Saturn take his throne - John Keats "Hyperion"

Fierce breath against the sleepy portals - John Keats "Hyperion"

Spun round in sable curtaining - John Keats "Hyperion"

From the nadir deep up to the zenith - John Keats "Hyperion"

Won from the gaze of many centuries - John Keats "Hyperion"

By hard compulsion bent - John Keats "Hyperion"

And in vapour hid my face - John Keats "Hyperion"

Actions of rage and passion - John Keats "Hyperion"

Thunderous waterfalls and torrents hoarse - John Keats "Hyperion"

In the eyes of conquering Jove - John Keats "Hyperion"

As Hope upon her anchor leans - John Keats "Hyperion"

On our heels a fresh perfection - John Keats "Hyperion"

A power more strong in beauty - John Keats "Hyperion"

Quarrel with the proud forests - John Keats "Hyperion"

May drive our conquerors to mourn - John Keats "Hyperion"

Enchantment with the shifting wind - John Keats "Hyperion"

All the sad spaces of oblivion - John Keats "Hyperion"

Hoarse with loud tormented streams - John Keats "Hyperion"

And I have thought it died of grieving - John Keats "I Had a Dove"

A silken thread of my own hand's weaving - John Keats "I Had a Dove"

Had not yet lost those starry diadems - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Far round the horizon's crystal air - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Trace the dwindled edgings of its brim - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

A filbert hedge with wild briar overtwined - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

The soft wind upon their summer thrones - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Goldfinches one by one will drop - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Flowering laurels spring from diamond vases - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Bringing shapes from the invisible world - John Keats "[I stood tip-toe upon a little hill]"

Remember Apollo's summer look - John Keats "In drear nighted December"

Stay their crystal fretting - John Keats "In drear nighted December"

When there is none to heal it - John Keats "In drear nighted December"

Dew so sweet and virulent - John Keats "Lamia [Left to herself]"

Without one cooling tear - John Keats "Lamia [Left to herself]"

A doll dress'd up for idleness - John Keats "Modern Love"

A thing of soft misnomers - John Keats "Modern Love"

Foster-child of Silence and slow Time - John Keats "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

A heart high-sorrowful and cloyed - John Keats "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

Nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

Your rosary of yew-berries - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

A partner in your sorrow's mysteries - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

Drown the wakeful anguish of the soul - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

The rainbow of the salt sand-wave - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

The wealth of globed peonies - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

Burst Joy's grape against his palate - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

Among her cloudy trophies hung - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

Light-winged Dryad of the trees - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

A beaker full of the warm South - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Charioted by Bacchus - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

The Queen-Moon is on her throne - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Soft incense hangs upon the boughs - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

The murmurous haunt of flies - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Half in love with easeful Death - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Through the sad heart of Ruth - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

In tears amid the alien corn - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

On the foam of perilous seas - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

In faery lands forlorn - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Fades past the near meadows - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Traveled in the realms of gold - John Keats "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer"

That deep-browed Homer ruled - John Keats "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer"

Faint with the hot sun - John Keats "On the Grasshopper and Cricket"

Hide in the cooling trees - John Keats "On the Grasshopper and Cricket"

At ease beneath some pleasant weed - John Keats "On the Grasshopper and Cricket"

When the frost has wrought a silence - John Keats "On the Grasshopper and Cricket"

The witching time of night - John Keats "A Prophecy: To George Keats in America"

Hear these tuneless numbers - John Keats "Psyche"

Beneath the whispering roof - John Keats "Psyche"

Cool-rooted flowers fragrant-eyed - John Keats "Psyche"

Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy - John Keats "Psyche"

Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming - John Keats "Psyche"

Though too late for antique vows - John Keats "Psyche"

Holy were the haunted forest boughs - John Keats "Psyche"

Fluttering among the faint Olympians - John Keats "Psyche"

A moan upon the midnight hours - John Keats "Psyche"

Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming - John Keats "Psyche"

In some untrodden region of my mind - John Keats "Psyche"

The wreathed trellis of a working brain - John Keats "Psyche"

Among the jumbled heap of murky buildings - John Keats "Sonnet VII [O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell]"

Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove - John Keats "Sonnet VII [O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell]"

The fair and open face of heaven - John Keats "Sonnet X [To one who has been long in city pent]"

Like the passage of an angel’s tear - John Keats "Sonnet X [To one who has been long in city pent]"

Madly follow that bright path of light - John Keats "Specimen of an Induction to a Poem"

The sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew - John Keats "To a Friend who sent me some Roses"

The sweetest flower wild nature yields - John Keats "To a Friend who sent me some Roses"

The wand that queen Titania wields - John Keats "To a Friend who sent me some Roses"

Later flowers for the bees - John Keats "To Autumn"

Sitting careless on a granary floor - John Keats "To Autumn"

Gnats mourn among the river sallows - John Keats "To Autumn"

The flood of stifling numbers ebbs - John Keats "To Fanny"

Outfaces now my silver moon - John Keats "To Fanny"

Do not turn the current of your heart - John Keats "To Fanny"

Through the dance's dangerous wreath - John Keats "To Fanny"

Soft embalmer of the still midnight - John Keats "To Sleep"

And seal the hushed casket of my soul - John Keats "To Sleep"

With the magic hand of chance - John Keats "When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be"


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