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The Sonnets of John Keats

The Sonnets of John Keats

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Number of Chapters: 54

Length: 01 hour and 10 minutes

Language: English

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

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