The Complete Poems
Keats's first volume of poems, published in 1817, demonstrated both his belief in the consummate power of poetry and his liberal views. While he was criticized by many for his politics, his immediate circle of friends and family immediately recognized his genius. In his short life he proved to be one of the greatest and most original thinkers of the second generation of Ro...more
He died at 25, writing poetry for only about 5 odd years.
But I think he wrote enough, to exist in the hearts of poetry lovers world wide, forever.
A collection of wonderfully composed, natural, sensual and emotional imagery of ...A romantic poet !
Lines from Final stanza of "To Autumn".....
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dyi ...more
If anyone else has a poet to recommend that they can't live without, please do. I would really like to get more into poetry. I just ha ...more
MUCH have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne:
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or lik ...more
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her ...more
Keats was the Romantic poet who cared most about art and beauty. He didn't allow himself to get mixed up in religion and politics. But in quiet ways, he did comment on political, religious, aesthetic, and sexual beliefs, sometimes in ways that were less traditional than his poetic style. Above all, he was supremely conscious of beauty in the world, as well as the world's suffering. His 143page poem 'Endymion: A Poetic Romance' wo ...more
I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman’s shape, and charming as before.
I love a youth of Corinth – O the bliss!
Give me my woman’s form, and place me where he is.
Stoop, Hermes, let me breathe upon thy brow,
And thou shalt see thy sweet nymph even now
in an Oscar-nominated film, Keats and His Nightingale, originally to be titled Blind Date, but another by that title just edged us out. As a bird-whistler, I also acted the nightingale--I played him more as a Woodthrush (see R Frost's "Come In" on a Wood Thrush). In my companion essay to the film, I argued that that ode has a most unpromising start: Keats is high ("or emptied some dull o ...more
Many of the ideas and themes evident in Keats’s great odes are quintessentially Romantic concerns: the beauty of nature, the relation between imagination and creativity, the response of the passions to beauty and suffering, and the transience of human life in time.
Definitely a collection of wonderfully composed, natural, sensual and em ...more
Think Of It Not, Sweet One
Think not of it, sweet one, so;—
Give it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
Do not lool so sad, sweet one,—
Sad and fadingly;
Shed one drop then,—it is gone—
O ’twas born to die!
Note to the Third Edition
Tables of Dates
--Imitation of Spenser
--'Fill for me a brimming bowl'
--To Lord Byron
--'As from the darkening gloom a silver dove'
--'Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream'
--Written on the Day that Mr Leigh Hunt left Prison
--Ode to Apollo ('In thy western halls of gold')
--Lines Written on 29 May The Anniversary of the Restoration of Charles the 2nd
--To Some Ladies
--On Receiving a Curious She ...more
The honied lines do freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full hearted stops;
And of ten times he feels the dewy drops
Come cool and suddenly against his face,
And by the wandering melody trace
Which way the tender-legged linnet hops.
Oh! what a power has white simplicity!
What mighty power has this gentle story!
I, that do ever feel athirst for glory,
Could at this moment be content to lie
Meekly upon the grass, as th ...more
I only read the poem "To Autumn" from this book's collection of poems. I thought this poem was a pretty good one. It was pretty easy to read the whole thing with a high level of understanding. I think I really enjoyed the poem because I was able to really connect to it by my own experiences.
There is not a true plot to this poem, only that it describes what all an autumn day will hold. The author describes the changing of the plants and sounds. He also describes the actions ...more
On the surface, his romantic style, seemed very far removed from my modern sensibi ...more
In 1819 Keats wrote to his brother George:
"My name with the literary fashionables is vulgar-I am a weaver boy to them..."And actually, it's not a bad comparison. Keats's work was famously unpopular amongst his contemporaries. His publication of Endymion was met with scorn; and even now it doesn't read much better-self-indulgent, immature. But in Keats's later poems, such as 'Ode to Psyche,' and 'O ...more
Keats also had an enduring interest in antiquity and the ancient world. His longer poe ...more
How came ye muffled in so hush a mask?
Was it a silent deep-disguised plot
To steal away, and leave without a task
My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy
The blissful cloud of summer-indolence
Benumb'd my eyes; my pulse grew
less and less;
Pain had no sting, and pleasure's wreath
O, why did ye not melt, and leave
Unhaunted quite of all but -- nothing-
(from Ode on Indolence)
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Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.”