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
kings poet shall simply
They shall be accounted poet kings / Who simply tell the most heart-easing things.
appear highest poetry reader strike
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
light poetry half
A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.
love poet metaphysical
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
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.
horse poetry pegasus
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
identity body poet
A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no identity he is continually informing and filling some other body.
thinking poet
I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.
song sweet poetry
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.
writing poetry soul
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
beauty overcoming poet
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
lakes water poetry
A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.
dreams immortal pass pleasures smoothly
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass / Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
benign careful fingers soft
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, / Shutting, with careful fingers and benign / Our gloom-pleased eyes.