Devoted his "short life" to perfection of poetry
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the Lake
And no birds sing.
Oh what can ail thee Knight at arms
So haggard, and so woe begone?
The Squirrel’s granary is full
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a Lady in the Meads
Full beautiful, a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone,
She look’d at me as she did love
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend and sing
A Faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said
I love thee true.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sigh’d full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d, Ah! Woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale Kings, and Princes too,
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
They cried, La belle dame sans merci,
Thee hath in thrall.
I saw their starv’d lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering;
Though the sedge is withered from the Lake
And no birds sing. . ..
Citation: "John Keats Poems." John Keats Poems. N.p., n.d. Web. 05 Jan. 2016.
T -About a beautiful woman
C- Alone(-) beautiful(+) sojourn(-) anguish(-) love(+) strange(-)
A- In love "I met a Lady in the Meads Full beautiful, a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Disappointed "And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering; Though the sedge is withered from the Lake, And no birds sing. . ..
S- In the he is enchanted describes how beautiful the lady is and the moments they spent together but then it turns melancholy starts describing his dream or "nightmare" about how all the people the fairy lady would seduce were dead.
T- the title is in french and it translates to "The beautiful lady without mercy" it means that she has a heart of stone for making people fall in love with her and then dumping them
I Had A Dove (song)
I Had A Dove And The Sweet Dove Died;
And I have thought it had died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving;
Sweet little red feet! why should you die-
Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why?
You liv'd alone in the forest-tree,
Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me?
I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?