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
hands joy lips
Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu
eye hands lays
His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;
writing hands talking
Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.
sweet grieving hands
I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving.
night thinking hands
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance...
kissing hands slumber
She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
music songs thou thy
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
happy loveliness simple sweet
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; / Enough their simple loveliness for me.
god golden patient slept thine
God of the golden bow, / And of the golden lyre, / And of the golden hair, / And of the golden fire, / Charioteer / Of the patient year, / Where - where slept thine ire?
fill four measure mind seasons
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; / There are four seasons in the mind of man.
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.
comments led life shakespeare works
Shakespeare led a life of allegory; his works are the comments on it.
particular point
Point me out the way / To any one particular beauteous star.
cease fears pen
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain.