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
music songs thou thy
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
song war evening
O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.
song heart home
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
song spring thinking
Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.
song sweet kissing
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
song simple romance
O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!
song sweet poetry
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.
song purple mouths
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.
fancy home pleasure thy
Ever let thy Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home
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.