{"id":396,"date":"2010-11-20T00:22:23","date_gmt":"2010-11-20T05:22:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=396"},"modified":"2010-11-20T00:22:23","modified_gmt":"2010-11-20T05:22:23","slug":"john-keats-when-i-have-fears-that-i-may-cease-to-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/396\/poems\/john-keats-when-i-have-fears-that-i-may-cease-to-be\/","title":{"rendered":"John Keats &#8211; When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I have fears that I may cease to be<br \/>\n   Before my pen has glean&#8217;d my teeming brain,<br \/>\nBefore high-piled books, in charactery,<br \/>\n   Hold like rich garners the full ripen&#8217;d grain;<br \/>\nWhen I behold, upon the night&#8217;s starr&#8217;d face,<br \/>\n   Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,<br \/>\nAnd think that I may never live to trace<br \/>\n   Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;<br \/>\nAnd when I feel, fair creature of an hour,<br \/>\n   That I shall never look upon thee more,<br \/>\nNever have relish in the faery power<br \/>\n   Of unreflecting love;&#8211;then on the shore<br \/>\nOf the wide world I stand alone, and think<br \/>\nTill love and fame to nothingness do sink.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean&#8217;d my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen&#8217;d grain; When I behold, upon the night&#8217;s starr&#8217;d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace <a href='https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/396\/poems\/john-keats-when-i-have-fears-that-i-may-cease-to-be\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":397,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions\/397"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}