The Sonnets of John Keats
John Keats
Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk
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 (1 hr 10 min)
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Dedication of the Volume of 1817 to Leigh Hunt | 1:14 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! | 1:21 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! | 1:20 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine | 1:15 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To My Brother George | 1:20 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove | 1:23 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Written on a Summer Evening | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To G. A. W. | 1:10 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To -- | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To a Friend Who Sent Me some Roses | 1:19 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve | 1:24 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To a Young Lady who Sent Me a Laurel Crown | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Written on the Day that Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison | 1:24 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To Kosciusko | 1:17 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
How many bards gild the lapses of time! | 1:17 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Keen fitful gusts are whispering here and there | 1:15 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour | 1:16 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Happy is England! I could be content | 1:19 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To My Brothers | 1:25 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On the Grasshopper and Cricket | 1:19 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Addressed to Haydon | 1:13 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Addressed to the Same | 1:13 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains | 1:24 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles for the First Time | 1:11 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To Haydon (With the Foregoing) | 1:12 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
When I have fears that I may cease to be | 1:09 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On Leigh Hunt's Poem, the "Story of Rimini" | 1:13 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Written on a Blank Space at the End of Chaucer's Tale of "The Flowre and the Le… | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On a Picture of Leander | 1:15 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On the Sea | 1:21 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To the Nile | 1:20 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On Visiting the Tomb of Burns | 1:26 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Written in Burns' Cottage | 1:20 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To Ailsa Rock | 1:26 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Ben Nevis | 1:11 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To one who has been long in city pent | 1:11 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
The Human Seasons | 1:11 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Written before Re-reading King Lear | 1:19 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
From Ronsard, Fragment of a Sonnet | 1:10 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds | 1:31 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To Homer | 1:19 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To John Hamilton Reynolds | 1:11 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall | 1:12 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To Sleep | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On Fame | 1:19 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
On Fame | 1:20 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell | 1:31 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
A Dream, after Reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca | 1:30 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd | 1:18 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! | 1:33 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
To Fanny | 1:26 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |
His Last Sonnet | 1:24 | Gelesen von Bruce Kachuk |