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
death brain may
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".
forget far-away fades
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...
moving dark shapes
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
love sorrow kind
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
dream sweet eye
To Hope "When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
clouds
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
hours ache dies
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...
dream art fever
Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.
beautiful art sky
I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
summer dream twilight
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
dream loneliness eye
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.
moving wings soul
When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.
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.
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.