poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by John Keats: John Keats Poems at Poetry X.

My spirit is too weak; mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep,
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old Time—with a billowy main,
A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.

Added: 14 Oct 2002 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 4:52 PM | Viewed: 10156 times

A PoetryNotes™ Analysis of On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time by John Keats, is Available!

A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.

ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!

For more information...