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
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
sleep sea bird
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!
dream sleep phantoms
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
sleep dragons
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around...
death sleep eagles
My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
sleep eye lows
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!
dream sleep past
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
love dream sleep
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
flower sleep winter
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
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.