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
life real experience
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
death
Death is Life's high meed.
life depression wisdom
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
love dream sleep
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
nature stars children
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
taken men should-have
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
inspirational life midnight
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
fear voice immortal-soul
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
inspirational life climbing
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
silly sea rocks
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
best-friend kissing movement
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
knowledge thinking people
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
rivers solitude foxgloves
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
world woven invention
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.