My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk
English poet of the Romantic period; buried in Rome
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains …"
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun"
"Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, thou foster-child of silence and slow time"
From the poem, "Endymion", 1818
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever"
Was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement
Have woven round his grave a magic shade ... 1884-1933