John Keats was 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. Wikipedia When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may...
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream...
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tone: Some mourning words, which, in our feeble tongue, Would come in these like accents; O how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! John Keats...
Keats requested that only this phrase be inscribed on his headstone: Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water...
So Saturn, as he walked into the midst, Felt faint, and would have sunk among the rest, But that he met Enceladus’s eye, Whose mightiness, and awe of him, at once Came like an inspiration. John Keats...
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close, In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my...