John Keats
English poet
Date of Birth | : | 31 Oct, 1995 |
Date of Death | : | 23 Feb, 1821 |
Place of Birth | : | Moorgate, London, United Kingdom |
Profession | : | English Poet |
Nationality | : | English |
John Keats was an English poet of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley. His poems had been in publication for less than four years when he died of tuberculosis at the age of 25. They were indifferently received in his lifetime, but his fame grew rapidly after his death.[1] By the end of the century, he was placed in the canon of English literature, strongly influencing many writers of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood; the Encyclopædia Britannica of 1888 called one ode "one of the final masterpieces".
Keats had a style "heavily loaded with sensualities", notably in the series of odes. Typically of the Romantics, he accentuated extreme emotion through natural imagery. Today his poems and letters remain among the most popular and analysed in English literature – in particular "Ode to a Nightingale", "Ode on a Grecian Urn", "Sleep and Poetry" and the sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer". Jorge Luis Borges named his first time reading Keats an experience he felt all his life.
Quotes
Total 20 Quotes
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.
To silence gossip, don't repeat it.
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.