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
inspiration love-is beautiful-love
I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.
inspirational reading-poetry remembrance
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
inspirational life nature
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
inspirational life midnight
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
inspirational life climbing
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
inspirational truth lying
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
inspirational mean science
The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
budding days flowers later summer until warm
To set budding more, / And still more, later flowers for the bees, / Until they think warm days will never cease, / For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
kings poet shall simply
They shall be accounted poet kings / Who simply tell the most heart-easing things.
benign careful fingers soft
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, / Shutting, with careful fingers and benign / Our gloom-pleased eyes.
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.
boat fragile life monstrous poor sleep steep stop
Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci
dreams immortal pass pleasures smoothly
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass / Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.