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
feelings enemy literature
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
hate men grace
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
knights arms thee
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
reading thank-god depth
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
whispering shore desolate
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
dream real long
Real are the dreams of gods, and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
rose fever fading
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.
sweet morning disappointment
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!
stars tonight venus
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
silent eternity tease
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
book night thinking
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
real past feelings
I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.
memories proud principles
If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
kissing soul firsts
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.