Yahoo Malaysia Web Search

Search results

  1. Dec 22, 2017 · Since we have chosen to focus on his shorter poems here, an honourable mention must go to three of his longer narrative poems: “Isabella,” “The Eve of St Agnes,” andLamia.” Many more great poems haven’t made it, but here is our choice of the ten greatest poems by John Keats. 10. “Fancy” (1818)

  2. Mar 20, 2017 · Keats argues that looking upon pleasurable things and reflecting that they will soon die will, surprisingly, cheer us up: it is like an injunction to ‘live each day as if it were your last’, and stop moping about (though admittedly Keats’s way of putting it is considerably more poetical).

  3. Beyond his precise sense of the difficulties presented him in his own literary-historical moment, he developed with unparalleled rapidity, in a relative handful of extraordinary poems, a rich, powerful, and exactly controlled poetic style that ranks Keats, with the William Shakespeare of the sonnets, as one of the greatest lyric poets in English.

  4. Ode on a Grecian Urn’ by John Keats is an ekphrastic poem that praises the timeless ideals preserved by art, providing a sublime alternative to life’s fleeting impermanence. Keats wrote six odes in 1819, each exploring distinctly idealized worlds and sentiments.

  5. Keats's poetry is characterized by its sensuous imagery, exploration of beauty and mortality, and a mastery of language that influenced generations of poets. Writing during a period of great social and political change, Keats's work reflects the Romantic movement's fascination with nature, emotion, and the individual's experience.

  6. Ode to a Nightingale. By John Keats. 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 not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees.

  7. To Autumn. By John Keats. 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 the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells.