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
doom grandeur
The grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead.
stars sadness silence
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.
flower hair wind
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.
song sweet kissing
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
writing animal thinking
I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing at random straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness without knowing the bearing of any one assertion, of any one opinion. Yet may I not in this be free from sin?
passion moments passing
A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.
music men tears
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
world chaos graves
The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
horse poetry pegasus
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
light sight darkness
Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.
writing comfort clean
All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.
world height misery
No one can usurp the heights... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.
men priesthood perpetual
Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
thinking mind originals
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!