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 John Keats poetry |
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Bright Star Not in lone splendour hang aloft the night And watching,with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient,sleepless Eremite |
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but three summer days. |
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Keats and chess "Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter;" entered chess as the term "unheard melodies," to describe the variations threatened, but not played, in many grandmaster games. The term takes on the flavor Keats gave it: that the unheard melody on the chessboard is sweeter than what was actually played (see especially THE CHESS MIND by Gerald Abrahams, where Abrahams writes that most chess journalists, by reporting games and game positions, miss the more beautiful, unheard melodies that never were played out on the board). |
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Ode to Psyche By sweet enforcement and remembrances dear. |
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You Say You Love Cold as sunrise in September As you were Saint Cupid's nun, and kept his weeks of Ember. O love me truly. |
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Fancy Pleasure is never at home At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to Bubbles when rain pelteth. |
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