John Keats
John Keats
John Keatswas an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work having been in publication for only four years before his death...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 October 1795
stars tonight venus
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
silent eternity tease
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
book night thinking
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
real past feelings
I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.
memories proud principles
If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
kissing soul firsts
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
moving wings soul
When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.
eye breathing looks
O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.
dream loneliness eye
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.
eye
And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.
summer dream twilight
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
beautiful art sky
I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
eye home southern
Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
dream art fever
Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.