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
wish arms thunder
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
weed dream sea
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
knowledge thinking people
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
time years moments
O aching time! O moments big as years!
morning flower fall
When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
i-love-you thinking world
--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
love life beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
want bright-star brighter
I want a brighter word than bright
love romantic men
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.
inspirational life climbing
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
grieving steel heal
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
dancing mad together
Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad…
writing next world
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
grateful kissing wind
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.