La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell

Meg Merrilies

The Eve of St. Agnes

The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone

Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?

After Dark Vapours Have Oppressed Our Plains

Ode on a Grecian Urn

O Solitude! If I Must with Thee Dwell

Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'ring Here and There

Ode (Bards of Passion and of Mirth)

When I have fears

Stanzas (In a drear-nighted December)

On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

Isabella: or The Pot of Basil

Happy Is England

To Fanny

To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent

Ode on Melancholy

On Fame