The English Romantic lyric poet called John Keats was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, alongside Lord Byron and P. B. Shelley. Keats spent his whole life improving a poetry marked by "a vivid imagery, a great sensuous appeal and an attempt to express a philosophy through classical legends."
His reputation grew mostly after his death until he became one of the most beloved English poets.
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d ... [+]
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon ... [+]
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, The moving waters ... [+]
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis ... [+]
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples ... [+]
St. Agnes' Eve–Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the ... [+]