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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness-John Keats' Ode to Autumn

fine poem by a romantic poet. Imagery is marvellous.

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness-John Keats' Ode to Autumn

  1. 1. John Keats
  2. 2. "To Autumn" is a poem by English Romantic poet John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821).
  3. 3. "To Autumn" is the final work in a group of poems known as Keats's "1819 odes".
  4. 4. "To Autumn" is a poem of three stanzas, each of eleven lines. Written in 1819, the structure is that of an odal hymn, having three clearly defined sections corresponding to the Classical divisions of strophe, antistrophe, and epode
  5. 5. The imagery is richly achieved through the personification of Autumn
  6. 6. Poem
  7. 7. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  8. 8. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
  9. 9. Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  10. 10. With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
  11. 11. To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
  12. 12. And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
  13. 13. To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
  14. 14. With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
  15. 15. And still more, later flowers for the bees,
  16. 16. Until they think warm days will never cease,
  17. 17. For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
  18. 18. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
  19. 19. Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
  20. 20. Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
  21. 21. Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind
  22. 22. Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
  23. 23. Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
  24. 24. Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
  25. 25. And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
  26. 26. Steady thy laden head across a brook;
  27. 27. Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
  28. 28. Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
  29. 29. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
  30. 30. Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
  31. 31. While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day
  32. 32. And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
  33. 33. Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
  34. 34. Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
  35. 35. Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; sinking
  36. 36. And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
  37. 37. Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
  38. 38. The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
  39. 39. And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.