Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thus in alternate uproar and sad peace,
Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
'Tis the witching hour of night,

To-night I'll have my friar-let me think
To one who has been long in city pent,
Two or three Posies

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You have my secret; let it not be breath’d.
Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;

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Was ever such a night?...
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,
Well, well, I know what ugly jeopardy
What can I do to drive away ...
What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
What sylph-like form before my eyes,
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,
What though while the wonders of nature exploring,
When by my solitary hearth I sit,

When I have fears that I may cease to be
When wedding fiddles are a-playing, ...
Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
Where is my noble herald?

Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
Where ! where! where shall I find a messenger?
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,
Who, who from Dian's feast would be away?
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell :
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,...

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[Keats's first volume, published early in 1817, is a foolscap octavo worked in half sheets. It was issued in drab boards, with a back label Keats's Poems, and consists of a blank leaf, fly-title Poems in heavy black letter, with imprint on verso, "PRINTED BY C. RICHARDS, NO. 18, WARWICK STREET, GOLDEN SQUARE, LONDON", title-page as given opposite, Dedication with note on verso as reproduced, and pages 1 to 121 including the fly-titles to the Epistles, Sonnets, and Sleep and Poetry, all as reproduced in the following pages. There are head-lines in Roman capitals running throughout each section, recto and verso alike, (1) Poems, (2) Epistles, (3) Sonnets, and (4) Sleep and Poetry. Leigh Hunt, reviewing with characteristic boldness, loyalty, and insight this volume, dedicated to him, laid his finger unerringly on its weak and strong points. His review appeared in The Examiner for the Ist of June and 6th and 13th of July 1817, and will be found reprinted as an Appendix in the present edition of Keats's Works; but I have not hesitated to snatch a line from it now and then by way of appropriate foot-note to these early poems.—H. B. F.]