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  1. Hace 9 horas · John Keats was born on October 31, 1795, in London, England, to Thomas and Frances Keats. His father was a livery stable keeper, and his mother was the daughter of a prosperous tea merchant. Keats had a difficult childhood, with his father dying when he was only eight years old.

  2. Hace 5 días · Esa misma dimensión protagónica la concede al poeta, ese ser sin identidad a decir de John Keats; a partir de esa fisura ontológica, Peña ha mirado el abismo de Paul Celan, Jorge Cuesta, pero ...

  3. Hace 2 días · Por ejemplo, la figura del héroe en busca de la inmortalidad, que es uno de los temas centrales del poema, ha sido retomada en obras como «La Odisea» de Homero y «La Divina Comedia» de Dante. Asimismo, la reflexión sobre la mortalidad y la fugacidad de la vida, presentes en el poema de Gilgamesh, han sido abordadas por escritores como Shakespeare en sus sonetos y por poetas románticos ...

  4. Hace 5 días · 2 9 Keats, John, Odas y sonetos, trad. Alejandro Valero, Madrid, Hiperión, 2010, pp. 92-93. 3 0 El original en inglés reza como sigue: Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,/ Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea –/ Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,/ Or fed too much with cloying melody –/ Sit ye near some old cavern´s mouth, and brood/ Until ye start, as if the ...

  5. Hace 2 días · Mucho ha llovido desde aquella noche legendaria de 1816 en la que cuatro escritores —Lord Byron, John Keats, Percy Shelley y Mary Shelley— se reunieron en torno a una chimenea y jugaron a ...

  6. 20 de may. de 2024 · O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close, C. In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes. Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws E. Around my bed its lulling charities; F. Then save me, or the passed day will shine B. Upon my pillow, breeding many woes; E. Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards G.

  7. Hace 1 día · The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run. From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's-he takes the lead. In summer luxury,-he has never done. With his delights; for when tired out with fun. He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.