Memories of Rome and of Shelley's verse, that remain with me

This poem by John Keats (1795-1821), the great romantic poet of England, brings forth the motion of the waves and the profoundity of the ocean with the swirl of his verses. Try to read it aloud! You'll

jonh keats was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figure of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and P.B Shelley, despite his works having been in publication for

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts. I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections,

In part #7 I will look at the role optimism and pessimism as states of mind have to play in how we view the world. In later blogs I will take you through to what I think is a resolution of the paradox.

For the second installment of this series we have one of my all time favourite poems. This poem is about being the fear of being unable to fulfill your dreams of success and love before your death. And

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. Around the 19th century, there was an enormous spike in interest in ancient history and culture. Greek history was

One of my favourite places to draw is on long walks through the woods of my local countryside. I always have a little sketchbook and pocket set of paints with me. I came across this poem by Keats today