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 John Keats's Profile |
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Here is one whose name is writ in water |
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| Age: | 101 years old |
| Sex: | Male |
| Location: | Rome, |
| Country: |  Italy |
| Height: | 5' 1" |
| BodyType: | Athletic |
| Zodiac: |  Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 21) |
| Last Login: | Feb 11, 2008 (674 days back) |
About Me |
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| 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 the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. Darkling listen... Shall I begin thus? I was born and I died young - my name writ in water. But that isn't all, is it? Then more, I was born in Finsbury Pavement near London on October 31st, 1795. I had a happy enough childhood, at first. Then my father died when I was eight and things seems to go downhill from there, for a while. I was happy again when I read Wordsworth for the first time, his work inspired me to be what I was then, namely a poet! You might know works of mine like Endymion, Hyperion or several of the Odes I wrote to matters which interested me. I met several wonderful people in my life, like my dear Fanny and such other wonderful poets as Shelley and Coleridge. However, these feelings could not stay for a sickness overwhelmed me. Even though I moved to Italy to escape the harsh English winters, it did not help.... I died the 23rd of February, 1821. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true. She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gaz'd and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes-- So kiss'd to sleep. And there we slumber'd on the moss, And there I dream'd, ah woe betide, The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. |
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My Interests |
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| Poetry, Literature, Hiking, Medicine, Mysteries, Romanticism, Uncertainties, Mansion of Many Apartments, Negative Capability, Greek mythology, humanism, religious scepticism | |
I'd like to meet:Poets, nightingales, people who like my poems, perhaps a doctor to cure me once and for all of this debilitating sickness |
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Books:Books: Edmund Spenser's "The Faerie Queene", The Examiner, George Chapman's "Translations of Homer"Writers: William Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, Leigh Hunt, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Charles Cowden Clarke, John Hamilton Reynolds, Giovanni Boccaccio, John Milton, Dante Alighieri |
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Heroes:My fellow poets! |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Single |
| Ethnicity: | White / Caucasian |
| Hometown: | Hampstead Heath, England |
| Occupation: | Poet |
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My Friends |
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P.B. Shelley, Shakespeare, Sebastian O, Ovid, T.S. Eliot, Percy Shelley, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, charles, Marquis de Jude, katie, Isabella, His Majesty, The Grand Architect, Leonardo Da Vinci, Charlotte (Turner) Smith, Jane, William Shakespeare, Rudyard Kipling, Miss Juliana Dabney, Emily Bronte, Comte de Lautreamont, Arthur Rimbaud, Allen Ginsberg, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Legion, imre, Victor, Laurence Edney, ATE, kindle, doriange green, joseph, michelle, Alex, Alice Kitchen..., Jenny Lee, Colin, Pandora, Francois, bo, Hervé Vilez, Jehanne Loz, MAB, Drew Sinton, Jane, PanKaduceus, A Blazon of Sand and Moon, viola, antartico_atmosferico, ♥ K l o, Ilian Mol, now a ghost, Gaynor ~ Author & Artist, halle, Roi Soleil Suicidaire, Soft Assassin, Doc Huckster, Colour of Lorraine, Esther, Smartish Pace, Jack, Blue Girl, David, Pathetic Joe and Joscar Wilde, Posky, Et ce jour-là encore, le soleil brillait, Brian Haughton author, Sheridan, Rachel, Sibilla
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