Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GRAVE OF KEATS, by OSCAR WILDE Poet's Biography First Line: Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain Last Line: As isabella did her basil-tree. Alternate Author Name(s): Finga, O'flahertie Wills Subject(s): Graves; Italy; Keats, John (1795-1821); Poetry & Poets; Tombs; Tombstones; Italians | ||||||||
RID of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain. No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew, But gentle violets weeping with the dew Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain. O proudest heart that broke for misery! O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene! O poet-painter of our English Land! Thy name was writ in water -- it shall stand: And tears like mine will keep thy memory green, As Isabella did her Basil-tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI |
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