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
grateful kissing wind
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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.
failure success-and-failure highways
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success...
inspirational life nature
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
winter silence evening
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
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.
happiness beauty nature
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
dream stars night
Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.
gossip silence repeats
To silence gossip, don't repeat it.
life real experience
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
health heaven expected
Health is my expected heaven.
music life-and-love world
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
silly sea rocks
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
flower knowledge eye
Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink.