Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONNET TO JOHN KEATS, by IRVINE GODDARD First Line: From birds that pour their liquid notes of song Last Line: Before, so seemed the life of keats when spent. Subject(s): Keats, John (1795-1821); Poetry & Poets; Yale University | ||||||||
FROM birds that pour their liquid notes of song, At early morn, and late at eventide; From curious shells, that in the great deep hide, And flowers that maidens cull in happy throng; From deepest solitude of whole days long, And sculptured stone, of olive Greece the pride; From stars, the glistening tears of evening's bride, And waves, that whisper in a mystic tongue; Keats wooed his strains and with them passion blent. And as the chalice of a flower is bent With the sweet burthen of the morning dew, Yet in its drooping casts to earth anew A richer fragrance than it e'er hath lent Before, so seemed the life of Keats when spent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LINE MEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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