“Vertue”: Analysis

The Poem Vertue By George Herbert Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridall of the earth and skie: The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou... Continue Reading →


Imagination in Keats’ “Lamia”

I have recently been reviewing and analysing a few short poems by John Keats. It seems that one of his biggest concerns was the imagination, and how it could offer an escape from reality; Keats believed in the raw power of our imagination but accepted that it came from our minds, which are confined to... Continue Reading →

“Ah! Sun-Flower”: Analysis

The Poem Ah! Sun-Flower By William Blake Ah! Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my sun-flower wishes... Continue Reading →

“The Good, Great Man”: Analysis

The Poem The Good, Great Man By Samuel Taylor Coleridge "How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stones from the land of spirits If any man obtain that which he merits Or any merit that which he obtains." REPLY TO THE ABOVE For... Continue Reading →

“On Melancholy”: Analysis

The Poem On Melancholy By John Keats No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy... Continue Reading →

“On Fame”: Analysis

The Poem On Fame By John Keats Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy, And dotes the more upon a heart at ease; She is a Gipsey, - will not speak to those Who have not learnt... Continue Reading →

“Bright Star”: Analysis

The Poem Bright Star By John Keats Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new... Continue Reading →

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