WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
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ddnt study literature in college nor high school but each time I read Keats poems my love for poetry grows deeper and deeper. lovely!
Nice use of the sestet stanzaic form. Good use of stylistic embellishments Good rhythm. SylvaOnyema Uba
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
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...in sparkling majesty, a star Long and inspiring poem. Thanks for sharing! Sylva
An ode to hope.. the poet finds hope to his best companion at all times of crises. great poem
This sweet poem is like a prayer for hope in our darkest moments. I love it.
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed, Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head! - beautiful. the great Keats. tony