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  1. Hace 1 día · Poetas como John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley y Lord Byron lo utilizaron en sus obras para explorar temas como la mortalidad, la pérdida y la búsqueda de la trascendencia espiritual. En la «Oda al ruiseñor» de Keats, el poeta lamenta la brevedad de la felicidad humana frente a la eterna melodía del ruiseñor, canto que simboliza la permanencia de la belleza en un mundo marcado por el ...

  2. Hace 1 día · Her Keats is an unflinching antagonist of modern life—of capitalism, of the British Empire, of the destruction of the planet—as well as a passionate idealist for whom every poem is a love poem. The book emerges from Nersessian’s lifelong attachment to Keats’s poetry; but more, it “is a love story: between me and Keats, and not just Keats.”

  3. Hace 4 días · Nella poesia “Fulgida stella“, John Keats racconta l’amore servendosi dell’immagine dell’astro luminoso immobile nel cielo scuro. La stella, metafora dell’amore. Distante, luminosa, immobile, lontana dai mutamenti dell’uomo e del mondo, la stella cantata da John Keats ci osserva solitaria.

  4. Hace 2 días · John Keats may have been gone too soon, but his poetry continues to captivate and resonate with readers all over the world. Through his words, we can catch a glimpse of the man behind the poetry – a man who experienced great love, loss, and struggle, but who also had a deep understanding of the human experience.

  5. Hace 4 días · 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.

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  6. Hace 4 días · Citation Christie, W 2019, 'John Keats in Context', The Review of English Studies, vol. 70, no. 293, pp. 181-185.

  7. Hace 3 días · 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.