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
hours ache dies
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...
clouds
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
mother dream art
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, ‘Thou art no Poet may’st not tell thy dreams?’ Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos’d to rehearse Be poet’s or fanatic’s will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.
air sea sky
... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
lying essence space
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
dream sweet eye
To Hope "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; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
love sorrow kind
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
moving dark shapes
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
forget far-away fades
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...
death brain may
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".
despair energy latter
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
philosophy experience pulse
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
eye hands lays
His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;
air softness
The air is all softness.