Keats

John Keats – Sleep and Poetry

What is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower, And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower? What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing In a green island, far from all men’s knowing? More…

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John Keats – To my brother George

Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewilder’d, and my mind o’ercast With heaviness; in seasons when I’ve thought No spherey strains by me could e’er be caught From the blue dome, though I to dimness gaze On the far depth where sheeted lightning plays; Or, on…

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John Keats – To Hope

When by my solitary hearth I sit,   And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,   And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;     Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,     And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head. Whene’er I…

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John Keats – To ****

Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance, And thy humid eyes that dance In the  midst of their own brightness; In the very fane of lightness. Over which thine eyebrows, leaning, Picture out each lovely meaning: In a dainty bend…

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John Keats – To some ladies

What though while the wonders of nature exploring,   I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring,   Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusiast’s friend: Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes,   With you, kindest friends, in idea I rove; Mark the clear tumbling crystal,…

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John Keats – Calidore – A Fragment

Young Calidore is paddling o’er the lake; His healthful spirit eager and awake To feel the beauty of a silent eve, Which seem’d full loath this happy world to leave; The light dwelt o’er the scene so lingeringly. He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky, And smiles at…

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Oscar Wilde – Keats Sonnet on Blue

(Century Guild Hobby Horse, July 1886.) During my tour in America I happened one evening to find myself in Louisville, Kentucky.  The subject I had selected to speak on was the Mission of Art in the Nineteenth Century, and in the course of my lecture I had occasion to quote…

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Oscar Wilde – The Tomb of Keats

(Irish Monthly, July 1877.) As one enters Rome from the Via Ostiensis by the Porta San Paolo, the first object that meets the eye is a marble pyramid which stands close at hand on the left. There are many Egyptian obelisks in Rome—tall, snakelike spires of red sandstone, mottled with…

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