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    Short Description for PoemsTHE NOEL DOUGLAS REPLICAS JOHN KEATS POEMS KEATS FIRST VOLUME OF VERSE WAS DEDICATED TO LEIGH HUNT AND PUB LISHED WITH HIS ENCOURAGEMENT IN MARCH l8iy HUNT HAD PRINTED TWO OF THE SONNETS CONTAINED IN IT THE YEAR BEFORE IN THE Examiner - IN THE CATALOGUE OF THE EXHIBITION HELD IN BOSTON IN 1921 TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVERSARY OF KEATS DEATH WILL BE FOUND A LIST OF COPIES OF THE BOOK PRESENTED TO WOR...
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  • THE NOEL DOUGLAS REPLICAS JOHN KEATS POEMS KEATS FIRST VOLUME OF VERSE WAS DEDICATED TO LEIGH HUNT AND PUB LISHED WITH HIS ENCOURAGEMENT IN MARCH l8iy HUNT HAD PRINTED TWO OF THE SONNETS CONTAINED IN IT THE YEAR BEFORE IN THE Examiner - IN THE CATALOGUE OF THE EXHIBITION HELD IN BOSTON IN 1921 TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVERSARY OF KEATS DEATH WILL BE FOUND A LIST OF COPIES OF THE BOOK PRESENTED TO WORDSWORTH AND OTHERS THE COPY HERE REPRODUCED IS THAT IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM ND Noel Douglas Great Ormond Street W. C. i 9 2 7 MADE AND PRINTED IN ENGLAND BY PERCY LUND, HUMPHRIES flf CO. LTD. BRADFORD AND LONDON VWtk W t L Vw A U, . -. . JOHN KEATS. f What more felicity can fall to creature, Than to enjoy delight with liberty. FU oftke B r y. SPENSER. LONDON PRINTED FOR J. OIXIER, 3, WELBECK STREET, CAVENJ ISH SQUARE. 1817. DEDICATION. TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. and loveliness have passed away For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east, to meet the smiling day No crowd of nymphs soft voicd and young, and gay, In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. But there are left delights as high as these, And I shall ever bless my destiny, That in a time, when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free A leafy luxury, seeing I could please With these poor offerings, a man like thee. THE Short Pieces in the middle of the Book, as well as some of the Sonnets, were written at an earlier period than the rest of the Poems. POEMS. Places of nestling green for Poets made. SfoR OF I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which witha modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves 3 POEMS. For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted oer the green. There was wide wandering for the greediest eye., To peer about upon variety Far round the horizons crystal air to skim, And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim To picture out the quaint, and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley, never ending Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves, Guess were the jaunty streams refresh themselves. I gazed awhile, and felt as light, and free As though the fanning wings of Mercury Had played upon my heels I was light-hearted, And many pleasures to my vision started So I straightway began to pluck a posey Of luxuries bright, milky, soft and rosy A bush of May flowers with the bees about them Ah, sure no tasteful nook would be without them POEMS. 3 And let a lush laburnum oversweep them, And let long grass grow round the roots to keep them Moist, cool and green and shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. A filbert hedge with wild briar overt wined, And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind Upon their summer thrones there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree, That with a score of light green brethen shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots Round which is heard a spring-head of clear watersBabbling so wildly of its lovely daughters The spreading blue bells it may haply mourn That such fair clusters should be rudely torn From their fresh beds, and scattered thoughtlessly By infant hands, left on the path to die. Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds 4 POEMS...