Many readers have noticed that in his great homostrophic odes, John Keats employed a form that resembles a modified or truncated sonnet, and sometimes this is called the Keats ode stanza. Others have made use of something much like it, notably Matthew Arnold in "The Scholar Gypsy" and "Thyrsis."

                                 Runs it not here, the track by Childsworth Farm,
                                    Past the high wood, to where the elm-tree crowns
                                        The hill behind whose ridge the sunset flames?
                                    The signal-elm, that looks on Ilsley Downs,
                                        The Vale, the three lone weirs, the youthful Thames?--
                                            This winter-eve is warm,
                                    Humid the air! leafless, yet soft as spring,
                                        The tender purple spray on copse and briers!
                                        And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,
                                    She needs not June for beauty's heightening
                                                                                --Matthew Arnold

                                 Thou still unravish'd 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-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
                                   Of deities or mortals, or of both,
                                       In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
                                   What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
                               What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
                                       What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
                                                                            --John Keats
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