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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 works having been in publication for only four years before his death from tuberculosis at the age of 25.Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his lifetime, his reputation grew after his death, and by the end of the 19th century, he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges stated that his first encounter with Keats' work was the most significant literary experience of his life.The poetry of Keats is characterised by sensual imagery, most notably in the series of odes. This is typical of romantic poets, as they aimed to accentuate extreme emotion through an emphasis on natural imagery. Today his poems and letters are some of the most popular and most analysed in English literature. Some of the most acclaimed works of Keats are "Ode to a Nightingale", "Sleep and Poetry", and the famous sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer".



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✵ 31. October 1795 – 23. February 1821
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John Keats Quotes

“To Sorrow
I bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.”

John Keats

Bk. IV, l. 173
Endymion (1818)
Source: The Complete Poems
Context: To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind:
I would deceive her
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.

“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.”

John Keats

Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (February 3, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 8
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale

“I will clamber through the clouds and exist.”

John Keats

Source: Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends

“Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams
The summer time away.”

John Keats

Source: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.”

John Keats

Source: Letters of John Keats

“The air is all softness.”

John Keats

Source: The Complete Poems

“Already with thee! tender is the night.”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 4
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale

“And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.”

John Keats

Source: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“I find I cannot exist without Poetry”

John Keats

Source: Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends

“Scenery is fine — but human nature is finer.”

John Keats

Letter to Benjamin Bailey (March 13, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“Poetry should… should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance".”

John Keats

Letter to John Taylor (February 27, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)
Context: In Poetry I have a few axioms, and you will see how far I am from their centre. I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity — it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance — Its touches of Beauty should never be halfway thereby making the reader breathless instead of content: the rise, the progress, the setting of imagery should like the Sun come natural to him — shine over him and set soberly although in magnificence leaving him in the luxury of twilight — but it is easier to think what Poetry should be than to write it — and this leads me on to another axiom. That if Poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

“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.”

John Keats

"Bright Star" (1819)
Context: Bright star! would I were stedfast 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.

“Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
---"On death”

John Keats

Source: Complete Poems and Selected Letters

“When it is moving on luxurious wings,
The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.”

John Keats

Source: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.”

John Keats To George Felton Mathew

"To George Felton Mathew" http://www.bartleby.com/126/11.html (November 1815)

“You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore.”

John Keats

Letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley (August 1820)
Letters (1817–1820)

“Music's golden tongue
Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 3
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 27
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.”

John Keats Endymion

Preface
Endymion (1818)

“For to bear all naked truths,
And to envisage circumstance, all calm,
That is the top of sovereignty.”

John Keats

Bk. II, l. 203
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)

“Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies.”

John Keats

&quot; Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain http://www.bartleby.com/126/10.html&quot;, st. 1 <br class="br">Poems (1817)

“E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.”

John Keats

"Sonnet. To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent"
Poems (1817)

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast.”

John Keats

Sonnet, The Day is gone; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)