He cannot see the flowers at his feet or their fragrance, this is another example of synaesthesia and it conveys the confusion that Keats feels as well as provides continuity with the rest of the poem. In this sense the call is immortal because it speaks to man in a way that does not change over time. Of course Keats does not think of the emperor, the peasant, and Ruth as being moved to speculate, as he is doing, on philosophical and aesthetic matters. It always amazes us how some of the most important poems in the English language were scribbled down in a matter of hours! Supported by his small inheritance, he devoted himself to writing. On inquiry, I found these scraps, four or five in number, contained his poetic feeling on the song of our nightingale.
Poem Text: Ode to a Nightingale I. O for a draught of vintage! Keats writes this ode in the first person, which makes this ode almost confessional. Through allusions to the experiences of those who have known the ecstasy of mortal love, Keats reveals his continuing delight at the thought of the joys of young lovers and his deep yearning for the fulfillment of his own unassuaged and incompletely suppressed desires. Within four years, however, separatists in Spain and anti-Turkish revolutionaries in Greece had started uprisings which drew the support of many European artists, including poets like Lord Byron, who died while working with Greek freedom fighters. In any case, Keats spat blood because of tuberculosis, not hostile commentary.
It is the river of oblivion, whose waters souls must drink so as to forget their past lives. The interesting thing is that, unlike many later poets ahem, the Beats and some of his contemporaries ahem, , did not need to take drugs to experience mind-altering visions that result in a total shift of perspective. The group's influence enabled Keats to see his first volume, Poems by John Keats, published in 1817. Keats is left wondering which of the two is real: the mode of experience that has just slipped through his fingers, or the one he experiences now. For the narrators of each work, dream works as a gateway to the unconscious, or rather, a more surreal and natural state of mind.
By yielding to new life, death is in fact part of the process of fertility and regeneration, which is a form of immortality. The loyalty of his friends points to another element in the Keats legend; his sweetness and charm seems to have captivated everyone who knew him well. The careful attention to the sounds of the words shows, rather than simply tells, how the speaker listens. Once the nightingale's song lulls him into a stupor, he fades into the atmosphere of a night in the forest, where he can hardly see a thing but can only smell the intoxicating plants around him. While at school, he met and befriended a boy named Charles Clarke who was the son of the head master.
In the third stanza, the speaker focuses on the forgetfulness of death. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Though he probably never would have become a systematic thinker, we may be sure that brilliant new insights would have matched new modes of expression. The poem veers back and forth between reality and fantasy before ending somewhere in between. Keats draws from mythology and christianity to further develop these ideas. The younger generation of Romantics was comprised primarily of , Lord Byron, and John Keats.
Fled is that music:Do I wake or sleep? Once again, realism tempers idealism. O for a beaker full of the warm south, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim— Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. In his poems, the Romantic John Keats explicitly shows an occurrence of feeling and creative energy instead of insight and reason. He is no longer aware of change. The sky-lark inspires Percy Shelley and through his vision of the bird we are privy to its beauty. This technique does not focus on the author of the poem, or what was happening in history during the time when the poem was written, but instead puts emphasis on the actual mean of the work. O, for a draught of vintage! Although Keats was apprenticed to an apothecary, he soon realized that writing was his true talent, and he decided to become a poet.
Modern life can be stressful, and there is always some new issue or problem to worry about. In 1816 Keats became a licensed apothecary, but he never practiced his profession, deciding instead to write poetry. It is commonplace that the greatest poems written by Keats embody the theme of love. Shelley, who was fond of Keats, had advised him to develop a more substantial body of work before publishing it. This first impression can be described is the Pre-Critical Response; the average reader performs this type of analysis every time he or she reads. The bird occupies the blurred line between life and death, sleep and wakefulness.
He talks about death with a melodious and lyrical tone. It tells a lot about her family. Their search for transcendent knowledge led to their rejecting such middle-class values of family, work, and materialism which were then widespread. He would like to drink himself into oblivion--but unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he doesn't have any liquor available. One can perhaps picture the poet on a May evening in the garden of the inn, contrasting the banal chatter around him with the magical song of a far-away nightingale. A feeling of plentiful and abundance is created by what Autumn and the sun are conspiring to do. The fact that he died in Rome, to which he had ill-advisedly gone to recover from his tuberculosis, only added glamour to the legend.