Quote by: John Keats

But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.


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Author Bio


  • NameJohn Keats
  • DescriptionEnglish Romantic poet
  • BornOctober 31, 1795
  • DiedFebruary 23, 1821
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPoet; Writer