John keats best poems of all time

John Keats died when he was just twenty-five years old, but he left behind a substantial body of work, considering he died so young. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind ….

John keats short poems

Another one of the famous odes, this time addressing us, the reader, directly, and telling us the best way to deal with a case of the blues. Rather than trying to shake it off or ignore it, he says that we should allow ourselves to wallow in melancholy by dwelling on the transience of all things — including melancholy itself. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ….

Jonathan Bate has a fine analysis of this poem in his book of eco-criticism, The Song of the Earth , which points up all of the contemporary allusions to early nineteenth-century politics and history. It begins, famously:.

John keats famous poems to autumn

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 …. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather — Dian skies — I never liked stubble-fields so much as now — Aye better than the chilly green of the Spring.

Somehow, a stubble-field looks warm — in the same way that some pictures look warm. This sonnet muses upon the fragility and inconstancy of human life. Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright, A full-born beauty new and exquisite? Although we might view the knight as merely the passive observer, used by the beautiful faery-woman yet another victim to fall under the spell of the beautiful woman without mercy it is also worth noting the to-and-fro nature of the action in this ballad: the knight gives the lady three gifts, and she responds with three gifts for him.

He silences her sighs with kisses, before she silences him in sleep by singing him a lullaby. What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?