My thoughts on the Great Romantic Poets (in chronological order):
Blake, at least in his longer works, has to be the least intelligible of any writer in the Western canon from Ezekiel to Eliot.
Wordsworth can get dry at times but is generally a pure pleasure to read.
Coleridge is downright exciting. Someone has probably made a graphic novel out of The Ancient Mariner.
Byron has this tortured sort of intelligence that alternates between real humor and despairing sarcasm-- I think he could fit right into our society without skipping a beat.
Shelley takes work to appreciate, but he is as magnificent as a slightly mystical, brilliant humanistic optimist could possibly be.
Chesterson said that Keats is the only English poetry who was incapable of writing a bad line. Read "Hyperion," see what you think!