Skip to content
Linespedia

Sonnet: To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown

By John Keats

Topics: classic

Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear     From my glad bosom, now from gloominess     I mount for ever not an atom less     Than the proud laurel shall content my bier.     No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here     In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my temples press     Apollo's very leaves, woven to bless     By thy white fingers and thy spirit clear.     Lo! who dares say, "Do this"? Who dares call down     My will from its high purpose? Who say,"Stand,"     Or, "Go"? This mighty moment I would frown     On abject Caesars not the stoutest band     Of mailed heroes should tear off my crown:     Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand!

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear..."

"Sonnet: To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown" is a quintessential example of John Keats's signature style... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Attribution & Rights

Author:John Keats

Public Domain: This work is in the public domain and free to use.

"Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear..." by John Keats

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Classified Tags

Related lines

"CANTO I.     Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave     A paradise for a sect; the savage, too,     From forth the loftiest fashion of h"

"Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there     Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;     The stars look very cold about the sky,     A"

"Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,     And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep     Like whispers of the household g"

"Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs     Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell     Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

John Keats

About John Keats

John Keats (1795–1821) was an English Romantic poet whose odes—"Ode to a Nightingale," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," "To Autumn"—are among the most celebrated in the language. Despite dying of tuberculosis at 25, he produced work of extraordinary sensory richness and philosophical depth.

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"CANTO I.     Fanatics have their dreams, wherewit..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.