Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Sonnet 57: To Keats Comments

Rating: 4.8

Keats, how sad your troubled life seemed to be
'Twas TB, that dreadful great leveller.
What a pity it robbed the world of thee
You became a European traveller.
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David Wood
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Aftab Alam Khursheed 17 May 2013

Mr. David Keats is my best poet Trouble makers for him Fenny brown, TB, .....his lines When the melancholy fit shall fall, Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, and writ on tomb name writ on water nicely cover very nice for this 10

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Shahzia Batool 17 May 2013

Thou wast not born for death. Immortal Bird! his pains polished him and made him what he is now to us! ! !

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Valerie Dohren 16 May 2013

Great tribute to John Keats - a wonderful poet indeed.

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Captain Cur 15 May 2013

A great writer and poet. Nicely written remembering a great man. His time was so short. What a pity.

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Chandra Thiagarajan 15 May 2013

A great tribute the GREAT POET Keats, though in his life time he did not get his due acclaim! But no student of English can step out without reading his wonderful poems ! Loved the write, David!

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Paul Brookes 15 May 2013

Poor Keats a life cut short but I wonder would we appreciate him as much if he'd lived to 70. A great tribute to the poet. Thanks for sharing BB : O)

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Keats needs to be visited again and again. Your first poem on Keats started 'The poetry of earth is alive and well' and now you say ...your poetry still can Reach the modern man... Beautiful tribute. Thank you.

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Valsa George 14 May 2013

A wonderful tribute to Keats.....! He is my favourite! Shrouded in misery, his life was one of rejection and dejection! But he shines in effulgent brilliance... with some of his immortal lines like Heard melodies are sweet/ But those unheard are sweeter!

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Dave Walker 14 May 2013

A great tribute to Keats. A fantastic poem.

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Joan Smith 14 May 2013

Quite a nice tribute

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