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
thinking poet
I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.
rose green golden
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines Savory latter-mint, and columbines.
summer nature air
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
passion heaven soul
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new?
party two mind
What occasions the greater part of the world's quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party.
life-is
Stop and consider! life is but a day
dream imagination may
The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.
eye dry paradise
Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.
blessing should
Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live.
feelings sun vain
... feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun...
drinking forever joy
A quote about drinking is a joy forever
men allegory
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.
mother dream art
... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst 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.
song sweet poetry
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.