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
age draught hath
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delvid earth...
half light might shower supreme
A drainless shower / Of light is poesy; 'tis the supreme power; / 'Tis might half slumbering on his own right arm.
kings poet shall simply
They shall be accounted poet kings / Who simply tell the most heart-easing things.
god golden patient slept thine
God of the golden bow, / And of the golden lyre, / And of the golden hair, / And of the golden fire, / Charioteer / Of the patient year, / Where - where slept thine ire?
language love strange sure thee
And sure in language strange she said, / I love thee true.
breathing burning far forehead heart human leaves passion
All breathing human passion far above, / That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,/ A burning forehead and a parching tongue.
astonished die love martyrs men religion shudder
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.
beauty imagination truth
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
appear highest poetry reader strike
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
truth
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
love romantic believe
I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.
time men years
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
sweet flower kissing
Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail, The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale, The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones, The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones, Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet, If human souls did never kiss and greet?
queens flower violet
That queen of secrecy, the violet.