I lived from 1795-1821. I was from England, and am in the English category.
I influenced poets Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Edmund Blunden, Emily Dickinson, John Bannister Tabb, William Watson.
John Keats, one of the greatest English poets and a major figure in the Romantic movement, was born in 1795 in Moorfields, London. His father died when he was eight and his mother when he was fourteen; these sad circumstances drew him particularly close to his two brothers, George and Tom, and his sister Fanny.
Popular poetry
- When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,14 lines, 20 comments - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;37 lines, 11 comments - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,86 lines, 12 comments - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,58 lines, 5 comments - Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night14 lines, 12 comments - Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering?70 lines, 6 comments - A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never1018 lines, 3 comments - The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,13 lines, 1 comment - Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;13 lines, 2 comments - Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,405 lines, 1 comment - O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,13 lines, 1 comment - If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet13 lines, 1 comment - Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak
Definitively of these mighty things;0 lines, 2 comments - Give me women, wine, and snuff
Until I cry out "hold, enough!"5 lines, 4 comments - O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap13 lines, 1 comment - No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;35 lines - O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,70 lines, 1 comment - Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?62 lines - You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth33 lines, 2 comments - This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold8 lines, 2 comments - Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,362 lines, 1 comment - In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,28 lines, 1 comment - Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!628 lines - Fill for me a brimming bowl
And in it let me drown my soul:28 lines, 2 comments - Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:13 lines - St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;460 lines, 2 comments
