You're John Keats! You were born poor, trained to be a doctor, and then decided you wanted to be a poet. You threw yourself into poetry with great dedication. You're very nice and extremely dedicated to your art. You write great letters and sexy poetry. It's amazing how much you got done in your short lifetime.
"You're John Keats! You were born poor, trained to be a doctor, and then decided you wanted to be a poet. You threw yourself into poetry with great dedication. You're very nice and extremely dedicated to your art. You write great letters and sexy poetry. It's amazing how much you got done in your short lifetime."
"Nice"? Hah. "How much got done?" I doubt it. "Short lifetime?" Wouldn't be a bit surprised.
Oops-- I didn't notice that this was a quizzie thing!
I got Coleridge Taylor, but the romantics really aren't my thing. I'll stick with Whitman: old ex-hippie, naturalist, sensualist. I sing the body electric...
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<img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/maud/10347 ... eridge.jpg" border="0" alt="S. T. Coleridge"><br>You are Samuel Taylor Coleridge! The infamous<br>"archangel a little damaged!" You<br>took drugs and talked for hours, it's true, but<br>you also made a conscious choice to cultivate<br>the image of the deranged poet in a frenzy of<br>genius. You claimed you wrote "Kubla<br>Khan" in an afternoon after a laudanum,<br>when you pretty manifestly did no such thing.<br>You and your flashing eyes and floating hair.<br>And your brilliant scholarship and obvious<br>genius.
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Say what? I've never even been able to READ Kubla Khan all the way through, much less write it! Although I'll take the flashing eyes, floating hair, brilliant scholarship, and obvious genius, thank you!
You are George Gordon, Lord Byron! The prototypical bad boy, you'll sleep with anything that can give consent and maybe even a few things that can't or won't. Your ethics could use some work (nine year old girls?), but outside of the sex question, you're a grand partier and the bipolar, shady hero of your own story. The wittiest of the Romantics, you're mad, bad and dangerous to know. Scandalous!
And now there was no doubt that the trees were really moving - moving in and out through one another as if in a complicated country dance. ('And I suppose,' thought Lucy, 'when trees dance, it must be a very, very country dance indeed.')
You are Samuel Taylor Coleridge! The infamous "archangel a little damaged!" You took drugs and talked for hours, it's true, but you also made a conscious choice to cultivate the image of the deranged poet in a frenzy of genius. You claimed you wrote "Kubla Khan" in an afternoon after a laudanum, when you pretty manifestly did no such thing. You and your flashing eyes and floating hair. And your brilliant scholarship and obvious genius.
"Let low-country intruder approach a cove
And eyes as gray as icicle fangs measure stranger
For size, honesty, and intent." John Foster West
Although I'll take the flashing eyes, floating hair, brilliant scholarship, and obvious genius, thank you! 
