Author

John Keats

John Keats was an English poet prominent in the second generation of Romantic poets, with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, although his poems had been in publication for less than four years when he died of tuberculosis at the age of 25.

Modern Love

John Keats Jun 3, 2020 0

And what is love? It is a doll dress’d upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers, so divineThat silly youth doth think to make itselfDivine by loving, and so goes onYawning and doting a whole summer long,Till…
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To a Friend who sent me some Roses

John Keats Jun 1, 2020 0

As late I rambled in the happy fields,What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dewFrom his lush clover covert;—when anewAdventurous knights take up their dinted shields:I saw the…
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone

John Keats May 30, 2020 0

For Fanny BrawneThe day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,Bright eyes,…
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I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love

John Keats May 30, 2020 0

To Fanny.I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love!Merciful love that tantalises notOne-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,Unmask'd, and being seen—without a blot!O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be…
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The Human Seasons

John Keats May 15, 2020 0

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honeyed cud of youthful…
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