Thou still unravished 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-fringed legend ...

All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Above the statue to Shakespeare in Poets' Corner is a small oval mural tablet with a lyre to John Keats. This is joined with a carved swag of flowers to an ... Among his best-known poems are his odes ...