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John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English Romantic poet. Along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, he was one of the key figures in the second generation of the Romantic movement, despite the fact that his work had been in publication for only four years before his death. Although […]
Joseph Severn’s miniature of Keats, 1819 Born in 1795, John Keats was an English Romantic poet and author of three poems considered to be among the finest in the English language About John Keats
Hyperion. BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung above his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's ...
By John Keats. When I have fears that I may cease to be. Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace.
John Keats was born in London on 31 October 1795, the eldest of Thomas and Frances Jennings Keats’s four children. Although he died at the age of twenty-five, Keats had perhaps the most remarkable career of any English poet. He published only fifty-four poems, in...
John Keats ( Londen, 31 oktober 1795 – Rome, 23 februari 1821) was een Engels dichter uit het tijdperk van de romantiek. Hij leidde een kort, maar intens leven en wordt gerekend tot de belangrijkste dichters van zijn generatie. Tijdens zijn leven werd het belang van zijn werk niet altijd erkend en over zijn poëzie werd erg kritisch ...
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star, Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head. Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer’s day. Robs not one light seed from the feather’d grass,
