Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology

Mapping Keats’s Progress
A Critical Chronology

To My Brothers

  • Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
  • And their faint cracklings o’er our silence creep
  • Like whispers of the household gods that keep
  • A gentle empire o’er fraternal souls.
  • And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
  • Your eyes are fix’d, as in poetic sleep,
  • Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
  • That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
  • This is your birth-day, Tom, and I rejoice
  • That thus it passes smoothly, quietly.
  • Many such eves of gently whisp’ring noise
  • May we together pass, and calmly try
  • What are this world’s true joys, — ere the great voice,
  • From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly.
  • November 18, 1816

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MLA Style: Works Cited

Keats, John. “To My Brothers.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, by G. Kim Blank. Edition 3.9 , University of Victoria, 8 April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_to_my_brothers.html.

Chicago Style: Note

John Keats, “To My Brothers,” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_to_my_brothers.html.

Chicago Style: Bibliography

Keats, John. “To My Brothers.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_to_my_brothers.html.