【正文】 and sea. A drainless showerOf light is poesy。s ebon bill。er us。 did not their shamesAffright you? Did our old lamenting ThamesDelight you? Did ye never cluster roundDelicious Avon, with a mournful sound,And weep? Or did ye wholly bid adieuTo regions where no more the laurel grew?Or did ye stay to give a welingTo some lone spirits who could proudly singTheir youth away, and die? 39。d!The winds of heaven blew, the ocean roll39。dWith honors。And now broad wings. Most awfully intentThe driver, of those steeds is forward bent,And seems to listen: O that I might knowAll that he writes with such a hurrying glow.The visions all are fledthe car is fledInto the light of heaven, and in their steadA sense of real things es doubly strong,And, like a muddy stream, would bear alongMy soul to nothingness: but I will striveAgainst all doublings, and will keep aliveThe thought of that same chariot, and the strangeJourney it went.Is there so small a rangeIn the present strength of manhood, that the highImagination cannot freely flyAs she was wont of old? prepare her steeds,Paw up against the light, and do strange deedsUpon the clouds? Has she not shewn us all?From the clear space of ether, to the smallBreath of new buds unfolding? From the meaningOf Jove39。Some with their faces muffled to the earBetween their arms。s bright eyes.Still downward with capacious whirl they glide,And now I see them on a greenhill39。dIn the recesses of a pearly shell.And can I ever bid these joys farewell?Yes, I must pass them for a nobler life,Where I may find the agonies, the strifeOf human hearts: for lo! I see afar,O39。er my rest。 so I may do the deedThat my own soul has to itself decreed.Then will I pass the countries that I seeIn long perspective, and continuallyTaste their pure fountains. First the realm I39。The light uplifting of a maiden39。 a poor Indian39。erspread with chequered dressOf flowers, and fearful from its loveliness,Write on my tablets all that was permitted,All that was for our human senses fitted.Then the events of this wide world I39。 and the shadeKeeping a silence round a sleeping maid。 yet, to my ardent prayer,Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air,Smoothed for intoxication by the breathOf flowering bays, that I may die a deathOf luxury, and my young spirit followThe morning sunbeams to the great ApolloLike a fresh sacrifice。So that we look around with prying stare,Perhaps to see shapes of light, aerial lymning,And catch soft floatings from a faintheard hymning。Coming sometimes like fearful claps of thunder,Or the low rumblings earth39。ad sicknesse nor disese.CHAUCER.What is more gentle than a wind in summer?What is more soothing than the pretty hummerThat stays one moment in an open flower,And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?What is more tranquil than a muskrose blowingIn a green island, far from all men39。Lamia《拉米亞》。I weep for Adonaishe is dead!O, weep for Adonais! though our tearsThaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!And thou, sad Hour, selected from all yearsTo mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure peers,And teach them thine own sorrow, say: With meDied Adonais。 Brown left for Scotland and the ailing Keats lived with Hunt for a time. But it was unbearable to him and only exacerbated his conditionhe was unable to see Fanny, so, when he showed up at the Brawne39。s Hospital。s mother39。alone too. Had you not better live with me?39。s poetry. While he was not aware of the seriousness of it, Keats was suffering from the initial stages of the deadly infectious disease tuberculosis. He cut his trip short and upon return to Hampstead immediately tended to his brother Tom who was then in the last stages of the disease. After Tom39。s Magazine. Despite the controversy surrounding his life, Keats39。John Keats (17951821), renowned poet of the English Romantic Movement, wrote some of the greatest English language poems including La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Ode To A Nightingale, and Ode On a Grecian Urn。s Faery Queen that he realised his own gift for the poetic. Keats was an avid student in the fields of medicine and natural history, but he then turned his attentions to the literary works of such authors as William Shakespeare and Geoffrey Chaucer.Keats had his poems published in the magazines of the day at the encouragement of many including James Henry Leigh Hunt Esq. (17841859), editor of the Examiner and to whom Keats dedicated his first collection Poems (1817). It includes To My Brother George, O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, and Happy is England! I Could Be Content. Upon its appearance a series of personal attacks directed at Keats ensued in the pages of Blackwood39。s poetry was found in his pocket.Having worked on it for many months, Keats finished his epic poem prising four books, Endymion: A Poetic RomanceA thing of beauty is a joy for everin 1818. That summer he travelled to the Lake District of England and on to Ireland and Scotland on a walking tour with Brown. They visited the grave of Robert Burns and reminisced upon John Milton39。nothing more to do with those lodgings,and 39。 From that moment he was my of John Keats.Around this time Keats met, fell in love with, and became engaged to eighteen year old Frances Fanny Brawne (18001865). He wrote one of his more famous sonnets to her titled Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art. While their relationship inspired much spiritual development for Keats, it also proved to be tempestuous, filled with the highs and lows from jealousy and infatuation of first love. Brown was not impressed and tried to provide some emotional stability to Keats. Many for a time were convinced that Fanny was the cause of his illness, or, used that as an excuse to try to keep her away from him. For a while even Keats entertained the possibility that he was merely suffering physical manifestations of emotional anxie