Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats

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Random House Publishing Group, Jul 22, 2009 - Poetry - 640 pages
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'I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death,' John Keats soberly prophesied in 1818 as he started writing the blankverse epic Hyperion. Today he endures as the archetypal Romantic genius who explored the limits of the imagination and celebrated the pleasures of the senses but suffered a tragic early death. Edmund Wilson counted him as 'one of the half dozen greatest English writers,' and T. S. Eliot has paid tribute to the Shakespearean quality of Keats's greatness. Indeed, his work has survived better than that of any of his contemporaries the devaluation of Romantic poetry that began early in this century. This Modern Library edition contains all of Keats's magnificent verse: 'Lamia,' 'Isabella,' and 'The Eve of St. Agnes'; his sonnets and odes; the allegorical romance Endymion; and the five-act poetic tragedy Otho the Great. Presented as well are the famous posthumous and fugitive poems, including the fragmentary 'The Eve of Saint Mark' and the great 'La Belle Dame sans Merci,' perhaps the most distinguished literary ballad in the language. 'No one else in English poetry, save Shakespeare, has in expression quite the fascinating felicity of Keats, his perception of loveliness,' said Matthew Arnold. 'In the faculty of naturalistic interpretation, in what we call natural magic, he ranks with Shakespeare.'

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User Review  - LisaMaria_C - LibraryThing

The introduction speaks of Keat's "verbal sumptuousness" and that's apt--particularly if you read these out loud, they're a feast for the ears. That said, I didn't love everything. I was less than ... Read full review

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User Review  - ChiaraBeth - LibraryThing

What a brilliant mind to have died so young. His poetry simply pulls me into its depths; each time I read it, I find something new to enjoy in his words. I find his letters to be even more complex and ... Read full review


POEMS 1817
To Leigh Hunt Esq
I stood tiptoe upon a little hill
Specimen of an Induction to a Poem
To Some Ladies
Hence Burgundy Claret and Port
Lines on seeing a Lock of Miltons Hair
When I have fears that I may cease to be
To the Nile
To a Lady seen for a few Moments at Vauxhall
Spenser a jealous honourer of thine
Answer to a Sonnet by J H Reynolds ending
Apollo to the Graces

On receiving a Curious Shelland a Copy of Verses from the Same Ladies
To Hope
Imitation of Spenser
Woman when I behold thee flippant vain
To George Felton Mathew
To my Brother George
To Charles Cowden Clarke
1To my Brother George
3Written on the Day that Mr Leigh Hunt left Prison
4How many bards gild the lapses of time
5To a Friend who sent me some Roses
6To G A W
7O solitude if I must with thee dwell
8To my Brothers
9Keen fitful gusts are whispering here and there
10To one who has been long in city pent
11On first looking into Chapmans Homer
12On leaving some Friends at an Early Hour
13Addressed to Haydon
14Addressed to the Same
15On the Grasshopper and Cricket
16To Kosciusko
17Happy is England
Sleep and Poetry
Isabella or The Pot of Basil
The Eve of St Agnes
Ode to a Nightingale
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Ode to Psyche
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
Robin Hood
To Autumn
Ode on Melancholy
On Peace
Lines written on 29 May the Anniversary of Charless Restoration on hearing the Bells ringing
Ode to Apollo
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
To Lord Byron
Fill for me a brimming bowl
To Chatterton
To Emma
Give me Women Wine and Snuff
On receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
Come hither all sweet maidens soberly
Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition
O how I love on a fair summers eve
To a Young Lady who sent me a Laurel Crown
After dark vapours have oppressed our plains
Lines in a Letter to J H Reynolds from Oxford
On the Sea
To the Ladies who saw me Crowned
Nebuchadnezzars Dream
Haydon forgive me that I cannot speak
Hymn to Apollo
On seeing the Elgin Marbles
On The Story of Rimini
Written on a Blank Space at the End of ChaucersThe Floure and the Leafe
In drear nighted December
Unfelt unheard unseen
Hither hither love
Think not of it sweet one so
On sitting down to read King Lear once again
To a Cat
O blush not so
O thou whose face hath felt the Winters wind
The Human Seasons
Where be ye going you Devon maid?
For theres Bishops Teign
To Homer
To J H Reynolds from Teignmouth 25 March 1818
Over the hill and over the dale
To J R
Fragment of an Ode to Maia
Sweet sweet is the greeting of eyes
On visiting the Tomb of Burns
A Song about Myself
To Ailsa Rock
Meg Merrilies
Ah ken ye what I met the day
All gentle folks who owe a grudge
Of late two dainties were before me placd
Sonnet written in the Cottage where Burns was born
Lines written in the Highlands after visiting the Burns Country
Read me a lesson Muse and speak it loud
a Dialogue
To his Brother George in America
Wheres the Poet?
Modern Love
The Castle Builder
Welcome joy and welcome sorrow
Hush hush Tread softly hush hush my dear
The Dove
Extracts from an Opera
The Eve of Saint Mark
To Sleep
Why did I laugh tonight?
On a Dream after reading of Paolo and Francesca in Dantes Inferno
The House of Mourning written by Mr Scott
Fame like a wayward girl
Song of Four Fairies
La Belle Dame sans Mercy
La belle dame sans merci
How feverd is the man who cannot look
If by dull rhymes our English must be chaind
Faery Songs
Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown
Ode on Indolence
A Party of Lovers
The day is gone
Lines to Fanny
To Fanny
To Fanny
This living hand now warm and capable
Bright Star would I were stedfast as thou art
Two or three Posies
When they were come unto the Faerys Court
In aftertime a sage of mickle lore
a Vision
The Cap and Bells or The Jealousies
Otho the Great
King Stephen
To Benjamin Bailey 22 November 1817
To George and Tom Keats 21 27 ? December 1817
To J H Reynolds 3 February 1818
To John Taylor 27 February 1818
To John Taylor 24 April 1818
To J H Reynolds 3 May 1818
To Richard Woodhouse 27 October 1818
To George and Georgiana Keats 14 February to 3 May 1819
To Fanny Brawne 25 July 1819
To Percy Bysshe Shelley 16 August 1820
To Charles Brown 30 September 1820
To Charles Brown 30 November 1820

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John Keats was born in October 1795, son of the manager of a livery stable in Moorfields. His father died in 1804 and his mother, of tuberculosis, in 1810. By then he had received a good education at John Clarke’s Enfield private school. In 1811 he was apprenticed to a surgeon, completing his professional training at Guy’s Hospital in 1816. His decision to commit himself to poetry rather than a medical career was a courageous one, based more on a challenge to himself than any actual achievement. His genius was recognized and encouraged by Charles Cowden Clarke and J. H. Reynolds, and in October 1816 he met Leigh Hunt, whose Examiner had already published Keats’s first poem. Only seven months later Poems (1817) appeared. Despite the high hopes of the Hunt circle, it was a failure. By the time Endymion was published in 1818 Keats’s name had been identified with Hunt’s "Cockney School," and the Tory Blackwood’s Magazine delivered a violent attack on Keats as a lower-class vulgarian, with no right to aspire to "poetry."But for Keats fame lay not in contemporary literary politics but with posterity. Spenser, Shakespeare, Milton, and Wordsworth were his inspiration and challenge. The extraordinary speed with which Keats matured is evident from his letters. In 1818 he had worked on the powerful epic fragment Hyperion, and in 1819 he wrote The Eve of St AgnesLa Belle Dame sans MerciThe Major OdesLamia, and the deeply exploratory Fall of Hyperion. Keats was already unwell when preparing the 1820 volume for the press; by the time it appeared in July he was desperately ill. He died in Rome in 1821. Keats’s final volume did receive some contemporary critical recognition, but it was not until the latter part of the nineteenth century that his place in English Romanticism began to be recognized, and not until this century that it became fully recognized.

Edward Hirsch is an American poet and critic. He has published nine books of poetry and six books of prose. Among his poetry collections are the titles For the Sleepwalkers, Earthly Measures, On Love, and Special Orders. Hirsch is the president of the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation in New York City. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.

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