The Sonnets of John Keats


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The superb poetic skill and exquisite sensitivity of John Keats is brilliantly illustrated in this collection of meticulously selected sonnets. Keats had a passion for poetry as he had for life itself. His own life, although cut short at an early age, was one of creativity, productivity and one ornamented with immense poetic skill. His was a life that left an indelible mark of wonder on the world, an enduring legacy, a mark of greatness. Keats would write of his heroes, "How many bards gild the lapses of time!" - other poets and writers whose plight he often lamented, whose talent he always praised and whose loss, should it occur, he grieved. Keats would describe great artistry and the unsparing nature of time, "The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs,- / A woodland rivulet,- a Poet's death." Indeed, Keats would draw his poetic inspiration not only from gifted poets but also from the magnificence of the natural world around him, "The poetry of earth is ceasing never."

Keats's sonnets resound with a search for meaning and, where none seems probable, create a compelling vision of what may be to come. In Keats's work we witness the poetry of fascination, of hope, of gratitude, of uncertainty and of entreaty, "But when I am consumed in the Fire, / Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire."

These sonnets reflect the heart of a man enraptured, albeit the heart of a man too soon to sound its final beat. But until that fateful day we behold a heart strong and determined with the perennial uncertainty foremost in mind, "O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan, / To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain."
- Summary by Bruce Kachuk (1 hr 10 min)

Chapitres

Dedication of the Volume of 1817 to Leigh Hunt 1:14 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! 1:21 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! 1:20 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine 1:15 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To My Brother George 1:20 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove 1:23 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Written on a Summer Evening 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To G. A. W. 1:10 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To -- 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To a Friend Who Sent Me some Roses 1:19 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve 1:24 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To a Young Lady who Sent Me a Laurel Crown 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Written on the Day that Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison 1:24 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To Kosciusko 1:17 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
How many bards gild the lapses of time! 1:17 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Keen fitful gusts are whispering here and there 1:15 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour 1:16 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Happy is England! I could be content 1:19 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To My Brothers 1:25 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On the Grasshopper and Cricket 1:19 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Addressed to Haydon 1:13 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Addressed to the Same 1:13 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains 1:24 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles for the First Time 1:11 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To Haydon (With the Foregoing) 1:12 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
When I have fears that I may cease to be 1:09 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On Leigh Hunt's Poem, the "Story of Rimini" 1:13 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Written on a Blank Space at the End of Chaucer's Tale of "The Flowre and the Le… 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On a Picture of Leander 1:15 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On the Sea 1:21 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To the Nile 1:20 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On Visiting the Tomb of Burns 1:26 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Written in Burns' Cottage 1:20 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To Ailsa Rock 1:26 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Ben Nevis 1:11 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To one who has been long in city pent 1:11 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
The Human Seasons 1:11 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Written before Re-reading King Lear 1:19 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
From Ronsard, Fragment of a Sonnet 1:10 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds 1:31 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To Homer 1:19 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To John Hamilton Reynolds 1:11 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall 1:12 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To Sleep 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On Fame 1:19 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
On Fame 1:20 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell 1:31 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
A Dream, after Reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca 1:30 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd 1:18 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! 1:33 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
To Fanny 1:26 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
His Last Sonnet 1:24 Lu par Bruce Kachuk