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
beautiful hate flower
We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"
art excellence intensity
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
men doe speak
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
truth tests aphorism
We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."
happiness tree branches
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
ego one-you-love loses
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
song simple romance
O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!
bears naked calm
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
blow wind tree
Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.
men law work-out
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
relationship
You are always new to me.
relationship spears
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
pain heart sadness
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
beautiful ifs
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.