The Poets of the 19th Century - Volume III – John Keats to George William Russell: Volume III – John Keats to George William Russell

By John Keats, Christina Georginia Rossetti and Rudyard Kipling

This is the century for the history books. (The Chinese curse of living in interesting times could not be more suited.)

A small island continued its expansion across the globe, bringing both good and evil in its march. Empires clashed. Revolution shook many. The Industrial age was upon us.

Poets spoke up against slavery, bringing social and political pressure upon an abominable horror.

It was also the age of the Romantics. Shelley, Keats, Byron lyrically rapture; Tennyson, Arnold, Browning rode a century of sweeping change, of dynamism and of great verse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Portable Poetry
• Release date: Dec 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9781835470503

John Keats

Born in London in 1795, John Keats is one of the most popular of the Romantic poets of the 19th century. During his short life his work failed to achieve literary acclaim, but after his death in 1821 his literary reputation steadily gained pace, inspiring many subsequent poets and students alike.

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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Volume 3 – John Keats to George William Russell

This is the century for the history books.  (The Chinese curse of living in interesting times could not be more suited.) 

A small island continued its expansion across the globe, bringing both good and evil in its march. Empires clashed.  Revolution shook many.  The Industrial age was upon us. 

Poets spoke up against slavery, bringing social and political pressure upon an abominable horror.

It was also the age of the Romantics.  Shelley, Keats, Byron lyrically rapture; Tennyson, Arnold, Browning rode a century of sweeping change, of dynamism and of great verse.

Index of Contents

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

Ode On A Grecian Urn by John Keats

Ode to Autumn by John Keats

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

Bright Star by John Keats

Morning by John Keble

To My Daughter Betty, The Gift of God by Tom Kettle

Dreams and Duty by Tom Kettle

21st September 1870 by Charles Kingsley

Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling

If by Rudyard Kipling

Mother O' Mine by Rudyard Kipling

Our Fathers Also by Rudyard Kipling

The Way Through The Woods by Rudyard Kipling

Scenes In London II - Oxford Street by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Power of Words by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Secrets by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Revenge by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Souls and Raindrops by Sidney Lanier

The Battle of Lexington by Sidney Lanier

The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

A June Night by Emma Lazarus

Evil In Design by Emma Lazarus

The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear

The Table And The Chair by Edward Lear

The Pelican Chorus by Edward Lear

The Jumblies by Edward Lear

The Afternoon is Lonely For Your Face by Richard Le Gallienne

An Afternoon in July by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Ballade of a Special Edition by Amy Levy

Ballade of An Omnibus by Amy Levy

A March Day in London by Amy Levy

Philosophy by Amy Levy

General William Booth Enters Into Heaven by Vachal Lindsay

Eden in Winter by Vachal Lindsay

How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven by Vachal Lindsay

Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Phantom Ship by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To John Keats by Amy Lowell

In a Garden by Amy Lowell

New York at Night by Amy Lowell

Meeting House Hill by Amy Lowell

The Vampiress by Lord Lytton

A Fellow Mortal by John Masefield

Anarchy by John McCrae

Beautiful Balmoral by William Topaz McGonagall

The Maldive Shark by Herman Melville

John Marr and Other Sailors by Herman Melville

The Martyr by Herman Melville

The Apparition by Herman Melville

Lucifer in Starlight by George Meredith

Sonnet 29 by George Meredith

The State of Age by George Meredith

Winter Heavens by George Meredith

The Farmer's Bride by Charlotte Mew

Sea Love by Charlotte Mew

Moorland Night by Charlotte Mew

Ken by Charlotte Mew

Regrets by Alice Meynell

Renouncement by Alice Meynell

To a Poet by Alice Meynell

Thoughts in Separation by Alice Meynell

The Bravest Battle by Joaquin Miller

The Forest Path by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Fourth of July by Julia A Moore

The Message of the March Wind by William Morris

The Doomed Ship by William Morris

Love is Enough by William Morris

Possession by Edith Nesbit

St Valentine's Day by Edith Nesbit

Hop Picking by Edith Nesbit

Vitai Lampada by Henry Newbolt

Drake's Drum by Henry Newbolt

The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

Sunlight and the Sea by Alfred Noyes

Hold the Harvest by Fanny Parnell

After Death by Fanny Parnell

The Toys by Coventry Patmore

A London Fete by Coventry Patmore

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Sonnet - Silence by Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Envy by Adelaide Anne Proctor

One By One the Sands Are Flowing by Adelaide Anne Proctor

Doubting Heart by Adelaide Anne Proctor

Capping Rhymes with Sir Shih Ching From Sun's Root Land by Qiu Jin

Full River Red by Qiu Jin

An Inscription for Zheng Shujin's Painting by Qiu Jin

Grant At Rest, August 8th 1885 by James Whitcomb Riley

June by James Whitcomb Riley

June at Woodruff by James Whitcomb Riley

September Dark by James Whitcomb Riley

Death by Rainer Maria Rilke

Portrait of My Father As a Young Man by Rainer Maria Rilke

A Poem from The Book of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke

To Music by Rainer Maria Rilke

Dance of the Hanged Men by Arthur Rimbaud

A Season in Hell. Prologue by Arthur Rimbaud

The Drunken Boat by Arthur Rimbaud

Luke Havergal by Edwin Arlington Robinson

The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson

The Flying Dutchman by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Morning Cycling Song by T W Rolleston

Noon-Day Elegiacs by T W Rolleston

Requiem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember by Christina Rossetti

Who Has Seen the Wind by Christina Rossetti

In the Bleak Mid-Winter by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Winter - My Secret by Christina Georgina Rossetti

The Blessed Damozel by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

My Sister's Sleep by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

John Keats by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Night by John Ruskin

Trust Thou Thy Love by John Ruskin

The Last Smile by John Ruskin

Freedom by George William Russell

A Summer Night by George William Russell

The Man to the Angel by George William Russell

THE POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY

Volume 3 – John Keats to George William Russell

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

       Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has withered from the lake,

       And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

       So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel’s granary is full,

       And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,

       With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

       Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,

       Full beautiful—a faery’s child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

       And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,

       And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,

       And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,

       And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing

       A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

       And honey wild, and manna-dew,

And sure in language strange she said—

       ‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,

       And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

       With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,

       And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—

The latest dream I ever dreamt

       On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,

       Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;

They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci

       Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

       With horrid warning gapèd wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

       On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,

       Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is withered from the lake,

       And no birds sing.

Ode On A Grecian Urn by John Keats

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape

       Of deities or mortals, or of both,

               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

               What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;

       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

         Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;

And, happy melodist, unwearied,

         For ever piping songs for ever new;

More happy love! more happy, happy love!

         For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,

                For ever panting, and for ever young;

All breathing human passion far above,

         That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,

                A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

         To what green altar, O mysterious priest,

Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,

         And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?

What little town by river or sea shore,

         Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,

                Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?

And, little town, thy streets for evermore

         Will silent be; and not a soul to tell

                Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

         Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

         When old