Whose Name was Writ in Water - A Dedication to John Keats

Various

• Publisher: Ragged Hand
• Year: 2020
• ISBN:
  9781528792356
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: European Poetry
• Index: Literature

"Whose Name was Writ in Water" contains a fantastic collection of poetry by various authors written in dedication to English Romantic poet John Keats (1795–1821). Together with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, he was a key figure during the second generation of Romantic poets most famous for such poems as "Sleep and Poetry", "Ode to a Nightingale", and "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer". Keats died at the age of 25 from tuberculosis, only four years after the first publication of his works. Despite not being praised by critics during his short life, Keats has since become one of the most celebrated English poets to have ever lived. Contents include: "Adonais, by Percy Bysshe Shelley", "Keats, by Frances A. Fuller", "The Poet Keats", "Keats, by Richard Watson Gilder", "For the Anniversary of John Keats's Death, by Sara Teasdale", and "Keats – A Sonnet, by Florence Earle Coates". A beautiful collection of classic poems that will appeal to poetry lovers and those with a particular interest in the life and work of this incredible English literary figure. Ragged Hand is publishing this brand new collection of classic poetry now complete with a specially-commissioned new biography of the author.

ADONAIS

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I

I weep for Adonais - he is dead!

O, weep for Adonais! though our tears

Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years

To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me

Died Adonais; till the Future dares

Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be

An echo and a light unto eternity!"

II

Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay,

When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies

In darkness? where was lorn Urania

When Adonais died? With veiled eyes,

Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise

She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath,

Rekindled all the fading melodies

With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,

He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death.

III

O, weep for Adonais - he is dead!

Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!

Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed

Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep

Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep;

For he is gone, where all things wise and fair

Descend; - oh, dream not that the amorous Deep

Will yet restore him to the vital air;

Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.

IV

Most musical of mourners, weep again!

Lament anew, Urania! - He died,

Who was the Sire of an immortal strain,

Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride,

The priest, the slave, and the liberticide

Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite

Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified,

Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite

Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.

V

Most musical of mourners, weep anew!

Not all to that bright station dared to climb;

And happier they their happiness who knew,

Whose tapers yet burn through that night of time

In which suns perished; others more sublime,

Struck by the envious wrath of man or god,

Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime;

And some yet live, treading the thorny road

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Table of contents

• John Keats
• ADONAIS
• KEATS
• THE POET KEATS
• KEATS
• FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS'S DEATH
• KEATS – A SONNET
• BIBLIOGRAPHY