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From his companions, and set forth to walk, Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk: Over the solitary hills he fared, Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star appeared His phantasy was lost, where reason fades, In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades. Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near - Close to her passing, in indifference drear, His silent sandals swept the mossy green; So neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen By John Keats Thoughtless Corinth Platonic Companions Walk

How glorious to be introduced in a drawing room to a Lady who reads Novels, with "Mr. So-and-so - Miss So-and-so; Miss So-and-so, this is Mr So-and-so, who fell off a precipice and was half-drowned." Now I refer to you, whether I should lose so fine an opportunity of making my fortune. No romance lady could resist me - none. By John Keats Miss Halfdrowned Lady Glorious Introduced

Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world - there I am a child - there they do not know me not even my most intimate acquaintance - I give into their feelings as though I were refraining from irritating a little child - Some think me middling, others silly, other foolish - every one thinks he sees my weak side against my will; when in thruth it is with my will - I am content to be thought all this because I have in my own breast so graet a resource. This is one great reason why they like me so; because they can all show to advantage in a room, and eclipese from a certain tact one who is reckoned to be a good Poet - I hope I am not here playing tricks 'to make the angels weep': I think not: for I have not the least contempt for my species; and though it may sound paradoxical: my greatest elevations of Soul leave me every time more humbled - Enough of this - though in your Love for me you will not think it enough. By John Keats Child Solitude Pleasure World Acquaintance

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known,Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?"Sweeter than those dainty piesOf venison? O generous food!Drest though bold Robin HoodWould, wit his maid Marian,Sup and bowse from horn and can"I have heard that on a dayMine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, tillAn astrologer's old quillTo a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory,Underneath a new old signSipping beverage divine,And pledging with contented smackThe Mermaid in the Zodiac. By John Keats Choicer Tavern Sweeter Elysium Canary

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. By John Keats Aye Kiss Bliss Soft Vow

In passing however I must say of one thing that has pressed upon me lately and encreased my Humility and capability of submission and that is this truth - Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals operating on the Mass of neutral intellect - but they have not any individuality, any determined Character - I would call the top and head of those who have a proper self Men of Power. By John Keats Men Character Power Humility Genius

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. By John Keats Fruit Conspiring Summer Season Sun

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,And fright him as the morning frightens night! By John Keats Disappointment Chase Hope Parent Heart

Softly the breezes from the forest came,Softly they blew aside the taper's flame;Clear was the song from Philomel's far bower;Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower;Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet's tone;Lovely the moon in ether, all alone:Sweet too, the converse of these happy mortals,As that of busy spirits when the portalsAre closing in the west; or that soft hummingWe hear around when Hesperus is coming.Sweet be their sleep. By John Keats Mysterious Clear Grateful Lovely Sweet

Let me write not for fame and laurel, but from the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful even if my night's labors be burnt each morning and no eye ever shine upon them. By John Keats Laurel Write Fame Mere Yearning

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die. By John Keats Haunt Moon Posey Glories Infinite

O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May? By John Keats Sorrow Heart Dost Borrow Lightness

When I Have Fears That I May Cease To BeWhen I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love! - then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. By John Keats Fears Cease High Hold Huge

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,But being too happy in thy happiness, - -That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,In some melodious plotOf beechen green, and shadows numberless,Singest of summer in full-throated ease. By John Keats Tis Lethewards Dryad Thy Happy

I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair woman a pure Goddess; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not. By John Keats Feeling Women Moment Striving Goddess

We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration. By John Keats Aversion Commiseration Repeat Repeated Unworthy

But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. By John Keats Save Fast Light Feet Boughs

I see a lily on thy brow,With anguish moist and fever dew;And on thy cheek a fading roseFast withereth too. By John Keats Thy Dew Lily Browwith Anguish

But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. By John Keats Emprison Thy Deep Sudden April

Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight,As brilliant and as brightAs when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes,Lost in a soft amazeI gaze, I gaze By John Keats Gaze Aching Dearest Love Sweet

Who, of men, can tellThat flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swellTo melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale,The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones,The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones,Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet,If human souls did never kiss and greet? By John Keats Runnels Wood Ravishment Men Bloom

Bright StarBright star, would I were steadfast as thou artNot in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moorsNo - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever - or else swoon to death. By John Keats Eremite Pillow Awake Bright Star

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. By John Keats Bird Thou Death Immortal Wast

And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core. By John Keats Forgot Hung Stars Moon Sun

To AutumnSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness!Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. By John Keats Close Conspiring Fruit Fruitfulness Sun

Beauty is truth, truth beauty By John Keats Beauty Truth

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime. By John Keats Mere Winander Walk Silk Clouds

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake,Would all their colours from the sunset take:From something of material sublime,Rather than shadow our own soul's day-timeIn the dark void of night. For in the worldWe jostle, - but my flag is not unfurl'd ... By John Keats Night Dreamings Sleep Wakewould Colours

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it - make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me - write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. By John Keats Freedom Love Cruel Entrammelled Destroyed

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination. By John Keats Imagination Heart Holiness Affections Truth

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings raveRound every spot where trod Apollo's foot;Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit,Where long ago a giant battle was;And, from the turf, a lullaby doth passIn every place where infant Orpheus slept.Feel we these things? - that moment have we steptInto a sort of oneness, and our stateIs like a floating spirit's. But there areRicher entanglements, enthralments farMore self-destroying, leading, by degrees,To the chief intensity: the crown of theseIs made of love and friendship, and sits highUpon the forehead of humanity. By John Keats Bronze Apollo Orpheus Ghosts Foot

Tis the witching hour of night,Orbed is the moon and bright,And the stars they glisten, glisten,Seeming with bright eyes to listenFor what they listen? By John Keats Tis Glisten Glistenseeming Listen Witching

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. By John Keats December Thy Apollo Brook Forgetting

I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religionI have shuddered at it,I shudder no more.I could be martyred for my religion.Love is my religionand I could die for that.I could die for you.My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. By John Keats Die Creed Love Tenet Astonished

And there shall be for thee all soft delightThat shadowy thought can win,A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,To let the warm Love in! By John Keats Love Torch Thee Soft Delightthat

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness. By John Keats Healthy Imagination Life Ferment Undecided

Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tellNo God, no demon of severe responseDeigns to reply from heaven or from hellThen to my human heart I turn at once:Heart, thou and I are here, sad and alone,Say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain!O darkness! darkness! Forever must I moanTo question heaven and hell and heart in vain?Why did I laugh? I know this being's leaseMy fancy to it's utmost blisses spreadsYet would I on this very midnight ceaseAnd all the world's gaudy ensigns see in shredsVerse, fame and beauty are intense indeedBut death intenser, death is life's high meed. By John Keats Laugh Heart Tonight Darkness God

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me. By John Keats Apartments Describe Compare Human Life

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams. By John Keats Dreams Poor Tread Feet Lightly

I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees? By John Keats Dove Died Sweet Grieving Thought

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject. By John Keats Poetry Unobtrusive Soul Subject Great

Four seasons fill the measure of the year;There are four seasons in the mind of Man:He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clearTakes in all beauty with an easy span:He has his Summer, when luxuriouslySpring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he lovesTo ruminate, and by such dreaming highIs nearest unto heaven: quiet covesHis soul has in its Autumn, when his wingsHe furleth close; contented so to lookOn mists in idleness -to let fair thingsPass by unheeded as a threshold brook: - He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,Or else he would forgo his mortal nature. By John Keats Seasons Man Spring Summer Autumn

Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. By John Keats Quarrel Hated Fine Streets Thing

There is an old saying "well begun is half done" - 'tis a bad one. I would use instead, "Not begun at all till half done;" so according to that I have not begun my Poem and consequently (a priori) can say nothing about it. By John Keats Begun Tis Half Bad Poem

The world is too brutal for me - I am glad there is such a thing as the grave - I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there. By John Keats Grave World Brutal Glad Thing

It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time. By John Keats Man Departed Life Time British

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered. By John Keats Die Memory Things Remembered Left

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures. By John Keats Fancy Feel Love Knew Made

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies. By John Keats Gardencroft Skies Redbreast Whistles Gathering

The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it. By John Keats Air Earth Sea Crown State

Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. By John Keats Delight Veil Melancholy Joy Shrine

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving ... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist. By John Keats Life Religion Die Love Exist

Fairy SongShed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Weep no more! oh, weep no more!Young buds sleep in the root's white core.Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!For I was taught in ParadiseTo ease my breast of melodies, - Shed no tear.Overhead! look overhead!'Mong the blossoms white and red - Look up, look up! I flutter nowOn this fresh pomegranate bough.See me! 'tis this silvery billEver cures the good man's ill.Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Adieu, adieu - I fly - adieu!I vanish in the heaven's blue, - Adieu, adieu! By John Keats Tear Adieu Shed Fairy Eyes

I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them. By John Keats Beautiful Write Mere Yearning Fondness

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. By John Keats Sweetest Brightest Gracefullest Kisses Smile

Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death. By John Keats Death Time Half Love Easeful

Literary men are ... a perpetual priesthood. By John Keats Literary Men Priesthood Perpetual

Books, like good friends, should be few and well chosen. SAMUEL PATERSON By John Keats Books Friends Chosen Samuel Paterson

I see, and sing by my own eyes inspired.O let me be thy Choir and make a moanUpon the midnight hours;Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweetFrom swinged Censer teeming;Thy Shrine, thy Grove, thy Oracle, thy heatOf pale-mouthe'd Prophet dreaming!Yes, I will be thy Priest and build a faneIn some untrodden region of my Mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant painInstead of pies shall murmer in the wind By John Keats Thy Shrine Grove Oracle Mind

I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high likes them or not. By John Keats Mister John Keats Womankind Suppose

Brown and Dilke walked with me and back from the Christmas pantomime. I had not a dispute but a disquisition, with Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason - Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration. By John Keats Christmas Dilke Brown Pantomime Man

Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines Savory latter-mint, and columbines. By John Keats Savory Young Daffodil Green Balm

He, who is gone, was one of the very kindest friends I possessed, and yet he was not kinder perhaps to me, than to others. His intense mind and powerful feelings would, I truly believe, have done the world some service, had his life been spared but he was of too sensitive a nature and thus he was destroyed! By John Keats Possessed Kindest Friends Kinder Service

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego By John Keats Love Ego Lose

This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were coldAnd in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nightsThat thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood,So in my veins red life might stream again,And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it isI hold it towards you. By John Keats Thy Thou Hand Grasping Consciencecalm

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating! By John Keats Love Dales Ableating Abeating Hills

Give me women, wine and snuffUntil I cry out 'hold, enough!'You may do so san objectionTill the day of resurrection;For bless my beard then aye shall beMy beloved Trinity. By John Keats Hold Trinity Give Women Wine

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative. By John Keats Figurative Life Allegory Scriptures Man

And we will shadeOurselves whole summers by a river glade;And I will tell thee stories of the sky,And breathe thee whispers of its minstrelsy,My happy love will overwing all bounds!O let me melt into thee! let the soundsOf our close voices marry at their birth;Let us entwine hoveringly! By John Keats Thee Glade Bounds Shadeourselves Summers

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self. By John Keats Rainbowsided Touch Mistress Demon Miseriesshe

No one can usurp the heights ... But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not let them rest. By John Keats Heights Usurp Misery Rest Miseries

As inscribed on John Keats' tombstone:This Grave contains all that was Mortal,of a YOUNG ENGLISH POET,Whoon his Death Bed,in the Bitterness of his Heart,at the Malicious Power of his EnemiesDesiredthese Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone:"Here lies OneWhose Name was writ in Water."Feb 24 1821 By John Keats Feb Stone Water John Keats

To SolitudeO Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,Nature's observatory - whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee, Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd, Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee. By John Keats Solitude Solitudeo Thee Thy Mongst

Why employ intelligent and highly paid ambassadors and then go and do their work for them? You don't buy a canary and sing yourself. By John Keats Employ Intelligent Highly Paid Ambassadors

Tis "the witching time of night", / Orbed is the moon and bright, / And the stars they glisten, glisten, / Seeming with bright eyes to listen - By John Keats Glisten Orbed Tis Bright Night

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,Twin roses by the zephyr blown apartOnly to meet again more close. By John Keats Parting Close Tread Airtwin Roses

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. By John Keats Days Butterflies Liv Summer Fill

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mindabout nothing to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts. By John Keats Thoughts Strengthening Intellect Make Mindabout

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose. By John Keats Sudden April Cloud Shroud Rose

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!" By John Keats Agree Pocket Poetry Hate Palpable

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams,Lover of loneliness, and wandering,Of upcast eye, and tender pondering!Thee must I praise above all other gloriesThat smile us on to tell delightful stories. By John Keats Thee Closer Loneliness Pondering Stories

T this is human life: the war, the deeds,The disappointment, the anxiety,Imagination's struggles, far and nigh,All human; bearing in themselves this good,That they are still the air, the subtle food,To make us feel existence, and to shewHow quiet death is. By John Keats Struggles Human Life War Disappointment

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir. By John Keats Dream Tall Stir Oaks Branch

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you. By John Keats Selfish Love Breathe

I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. By John Keats Mind Enjoyment Felt Repose Complete

Bold Lover, never, never canst Thou kiss, Though winning near the goalyet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though Thou hast not Thy bliss, Forever wilt Thou love, and she be fair By John Keats Thou Lover Forever Thy Bold

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid. By John Keats Discouraged Failure Experience Sense Success

Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits. By John Keats Spirits Spite Shape Beauty Moves

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses. By John Keats Pulses Axioms Philosophy Proved

You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy By John Keats Unhealthy Object Intensely Desirable Air

Yet I can read. Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, majesties, Sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once pour into the wide hollows of my brain. And deify me, as if some blithe wine or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, and so become immortal. By John Keats Read God Sovran Creations Deeds

X.I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried - "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" XI.I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side. XII.And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. By John Keats Pale Belle Dame Merci Hath

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once moreHe could not help but kiss her and adore. By John Keats Slumber Adore Press Hand Morehe

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest. By John Keats Seaweed Awake Trembling Nest Mermaid

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! By John Keats Day Sweets

And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. By John Keats Violets Nets Shade Bind Moss

Let us away, my love, with happy speed;There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see,- Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead.Awake! arise! my love and fearless be,For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee. By John Keats Drown Rhenish Speed Hear Meadawake

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate. By John Keats Intensity Capable Evaporate Excellency Art

That men, who might have tower'd in the vanOf all the congregated world, to fanAnd winnow from the coming step of timeAll chaff of custom, wipe away all slimeLeft by men-slugs and human serpentry,Have been content to let occasion die,Whilst they did sleep in love's Elysium. By John Keats Elysium Men World Custom Wipe

Ruffles all the surface of the lake In striving from its crystal face to take Some diamond water drops, and them to treasure In milky nest, and sip them off at leisure. But not a moment can he there insure them, Nor to such downy rest can he allure them; For down they rush as though they would be free, And drop like hours into eternity. By John Keats Ruffles Nest Leisure Surface Lake

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever By John Keats Forever Stars Night Found Treasure

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou artNot in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite. By John Keats Eremite Bright Star Watching Patient

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. By John Keats Hedge Sun Trees Mead Poetry

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings. By John Keats Peas Flight White Things Rings

I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest. By John Keats Failure Greatest Afraid Sooner Fail

How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not. By John Keats Things Vulgarity Sad Luxurious Imagination

I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall! By John Keats Pale Belle Dame Merci Hath

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence By John Keats Independence Equally Dislike Favor Public

For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. By John Keats Poesy Imagination Enchantment Fine Spell

Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. By John Keats Thou Poet Mayst Dreams Alive

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu By John Keats Joy Lips Bidding Adieu Hand

She dwells with BeautyBeauty that must die: And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding Adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee mouths sips: By John Keats Joy Adieu Turning Pleasure Die

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? By John Keats Thee Loitering Ail Palely

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun ... By John Keats Unheard Feeling Lost Crocodile Sun

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably By John Keats Beauty Vanishd Warmth Whiteness Paradise

You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore. By John Keats Magnanimity Artist Ore Curb Load

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter By John Keats Heard Sweet Unheard Sweeter Melodies

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? By John Keats Soul World Pains Troubles School

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence. By John Keats Past Existence Habitual Feeling Real

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becksOur ready minds to fellowship divine,A fellowship with essence; till we shine,Full alchemiz'd, and free of space. BeholdThe clear religion of heaven! By John Keats Happiness Lies Fellowship Essence Till

I still don't know how to work out a poem.A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept the mystery. By John Keats Lake Senses Poema Poem Understanding

A poem needs understaning through the senses. The point of diving in a lake, is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake; to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery. By John Keats Lake Senses Poem Understaning Shore

Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain,As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again By John Keats Blinded Shut Alike Sunshine Rainas

87. That I might drink and leave the world unseen, and with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget what thou among leaves hast never known, the weariness, the fever and the fret. By John Keats Fade Dissolve Unseen Dim Weariness

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery. By John Keats Fever Speculation Mystery Extensive Knowledge

Give me books, fruit, French wine, fine weather and a little music.. By John Keats Fruit French Give Books Wine

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. By John Keats Fruit French Give Books Doors

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know. By John Keats Fruit French Give Books Wine

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen. By John Keats Heathen Venus Pray Imagine Tonight

Dancing music, music sad,Both together, sane and mad ... By John Keats Dancing Sane Mad Music Sadboth

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair. By John Keats Sat Saturn Deep Morn Star

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, By John Keats Poesy Bacchus Thee Pards Fly

I have clung To nothing, lov'd a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream! By John Keats Lov Dream Clung Felt Great

Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit. By John Keats Stop Life Day Summit Fragile

Load every rift with ore. By John Keats Load Ore Rift

O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy. By John Keats Olympus Hierarchy Latest Born Loveliest

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. By John Keats Praise Works Blame Momentary Effect

Open wide the mind's cage-door,She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. By John Keats Open Mind Dart Soar Wide

Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink. By John Keats Apollo Honey Beelike Flower Receptive

How I like claret! ... It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, so gently that you do not feel his step. By John Keats Claret Feel Door Bee Queen

To HopeWhen by my solitary hearth I sit,And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. By John Keats Sweet Hope Gloom Mind Eye

It struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason. By John Keats Mysteries Doubts Achievement Literature Capability

I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity. By John Keats Etna Good Popularity Jump Public

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear. By John Keats Spear Reminds

Then felt I like like some watcher of the skiesWhen a new planet swims into his ken;Like stout Cortes when with eagle eyesHe star'd at the Pacific-and all his menLook'd at each other with a wild surmiseSilent upon a peak in Darien By John Keats Darien Cortes Pacificand Ken Felt

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. By John Keats Mind Discontented Restless Put Body

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers. By John Keats Thy Thee Store Hath Oft

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good? By John Keats World Death Humanity Labor Good

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings By John Keats Solitude Dwell Buildings Thee Jumbled

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. By John Keats Pull Caught Hill Cooling Droopingly

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. By John Keats Flatter Music Poor Golden Tongue

I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing at random straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness without knowing the bearing of any one assertion, of any one opinion. Yet may I not in this be free from sin? By John Keats Young Writing Assertion Opinion Pursuing

The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were. By John Keats Realities Problems World Possibly Solved

What, man, do you mistake the hollow sky For a thronged tavern ... ? By John Keats Man Tavern Mistake Hollow Sky

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes. By John Keats Eyes Kist Tremulous

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced. By John Keats Experienced Real Till

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth. By John Keats Invent Make Happy Mouth Hour

For many a time I have been half in love with easeful death. Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, to take into the air my quiet breath By John Keats Death Time Half Love Easeful

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,And think that I may never live to traceTheir shadows, with the magic hand of chance ... By John Keats Huge Behold Face Shadows Chance

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect. By John Keats Conversation Knowledge Effect Search Endeavor

I cannot capture your grace in words; I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you. By John Keats Words Capture Grace Profoundly Enchanted

A drainless showerOf light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power;'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm. By John Keats Tis Poesy Power Arm Drainless

For so delicious were the words she sung,it seem'd he had loved them a whole summer long. By John Keats Long Delicious Words Sungit Loved

Touch'd with miseriesShe seem'd at once, some penanced lady elf,Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.- Lamia (John Keats) By John Keats Lamia John Keats Touch Mistress

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty. By John Keats Truth Beauty Feel Clear Perception

Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings Pausing upon their yellow flutterings. By John Keats Pausing Branches Stop Sip Twitter

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale. By John Keats Bourn Mourn Nightingale Flaw Happiness

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. By John Keats Head Thou Art Weary Find

Wine is only sweet to happy men. By John Keats Wine Men Sweet Happy

What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet. By John Keats Philosopher Delights Poet Shocks Virtuous

No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasuresThan I began to think of rhymes and measures:The air that floated by me seem'd to say'Write! thou wilt never have a better day. By John Keats Measures Saywrite Sooner Stepp Pleasuresthan

The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. By John Keats Silver Snarling Trumpets Gan Chide

Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry. By John Keats Pleasure Nectarine Mouth Talking Hand

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves? By John Keats Famous Commonplace Crowd Individually Lost

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds. By John Keats Marigolds Open Folds Afresh Rounds

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks. By John Keats Dewdabbled Stalks Poppies Hung

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers. By John Keats Powers Finer Purposes Great Productions

They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus. By John Keats Pegasus Horse Swayed Rocking Thought

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze ... My charming rod, my potent river spells ... By John Keats Golden Vermiliontail Fish Rainbowsided Purplish

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth. By John Keats Senseless Tranced Thing Truth Nightingale

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen. By John Keats Light Green Midnight Keen Shores

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? By John Keats Mirth Passion Bards Earth Doublelived

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more!Young buds sleep in the root's white core. By John Keats Shed Tear Weep Young Year

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! By John Keats Sleep Magic Till Bird Smooth

No such thing as the world becoming an easy place to save your soul in. By John Keats Thing World Easy Place Save

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain. By John Keats Brain Fears Ceace Pen Gleaned

How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy. By John Keats Astonishingly Chance Leaving World Improve

To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death. By John Keats Awake Swell Unrest Breath Death

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. By John Keats Poetry Ambition Love Alertness Countenance

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom! By John Keats Custom Original Minds Led

When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love - but if you should deny me the thousand and first - 'twould put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through. By John Keats Pass Day Thousand Kisses Love

Even now I am perhaps not speaking from myself: but from some character in whose soul I now live. By John Keats Live Speaking Character Soul

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. By John Keats Heaven Woof Texture Things Awful

My friends should drink a dozen of Claret on my Tomb. By John Keats Tomb Claret Friends Drink Dozen

Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne. By John Keats Jove Upflown Throne Woes Heaven

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. By John Keats Object Fiercer Hell Failure Great

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music. By John Keats World Uproar Music Stable

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. By John Keats Thunder Faith Arms Full Bolt

I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource. By John Keats Solitude Thought Resource Obliged Continual

Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live. By John Keats Blessings Live Health Greatest Hope

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers. By John Keats Men Grow Flowers Soil Weeds

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come. By John Keats Severn God Lift Dying Easy

For, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art! By John Keats Bidding Burst Sky Stars Tend

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever. By John Keats Forever Immortalityi Live

Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth. By John Keats Provencal Dance Mirth Full Song

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song! By John Keats Romance Song Gentleness Simple Planning

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one! By John Keats Selfdistracting Blessed Nature Coherent Sweetly

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. By John Keats Bees Bowers Poisonflowers Almsmen Spring

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes. By John Keats Pensive Sit Eyes Roll Languid

I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths. By John Keats God Shakespeare Depths Good Reason

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth." By John Keats Shaftesbury Aphorism Vulgarly Works Ridicule

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer. By John Keats Pursuer Mental Pursuit Reality Worth

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task. By John Keats Lord Byron Speak Great Difference

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. By John Keats Poetry Singularity Thoughts Remembrance Surprise

She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around ... By John Keats Words Beset Fears Hurried Sleeping

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility. By John Keats Impossibility Poet Love Physical Metaphysical

The two divinest things the world has got - A lovely woman and a rural spot. By John Keats Spot Divinest Things World Lovely

What occasions the greater part of the world's quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party. By John Keats Quarrels Occasions Greater Part World

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. By John Keats Children Roaring Wind Wife Stars

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look;O let me for one moment touch her wrist;Let me one moment to her breathing list;And as she leaves me, may she often turnHer fair eyes looking through her locks auburne. By John Keats Moment Wrist List Auburne Lead

Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies. By John Keats Paradise Dry Eyes Melodies Taught

Asleep in lap of legends old. By John Keats Asleep Lap Legends

The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university. By John Keats Shakespeare University Genius Innate

The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn. By John Keats Casements Opening Seas Forlorn Ofttimes

That which is creative must create itself. By John Keats Creative Create

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breedsAlong the pebbled shore of memory!Many old rotten-timber'd boats there beUpon thy vaporous bosom, magnifiedTo goodly vessels; many a sail of pride,And golden keel'd, is left unlaunch'd and dry. By John Keats Wide Sea Memory Bosom Magnifiedto

My spirit is too weakmortalityWeighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,And each imagin'd pinnacle and steepOf godlike hardship tells me I must dieLike a sick Eagle looking at the sky. By John Keats Eagle Sky Spirit Weakmortalityweighs Heavily

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. By John Keats Gold Travell Realms

His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps. By John Keats Rabelais Religion Anxious Great

The opinion I have of the generality of womenwho appear to me as children to whom I would rather give a sugar plum than my time, forms a barrier against matrimony which I rejoice in. By John Keats Time Forms Opinion Generality Womenwho

I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. By John Keats Sea Soundings Quicksands Rocks Shore

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me. By John Keats Knowledge Enormous Makes God

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead,Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; By John Keats Listless Deadunsceptred Nerveless Closed Hand

Besides, a long poem is a test of invention, which I take to be the Polar star of Poetry, as Fancy is the sails - and Imagination the rudder. By John Keats Poetry Polar Fancy Imagination Invention

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreamsThe summer time away. By John Keats Paths Buried Sleepy Twilight Dreamsthe

Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees. By John Keats Wind Noise Trees Thou Mightst

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world. By John Keats World Day Fine Convinced Writing

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens. By John Keats Knowledge Fret Warmth Song Native

Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer By John Keats Scenery Fine Finer Human Nature

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. By John Keats Robs Grass Fell Rest Stir

There is a budding morrow in midnight. By John Keats Midnight Budding Morrow

No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream. By John Keats Luxury Fearfully Espy Dream Restless

Stop and consider! life is but a day By John Keats Stop Life Day

A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves. By John Keats Born Leaves Heaves Noiseless Noise

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it. By John Keats Purpose Creature Eyes Bright

You are always new to me. By John Keats

Already with thee! tender is the night ... But here there is no light ... By John Keats Thee Tender Night Light

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all. By John Keats Trees Leaves

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow. By John Keats Flushing Sudden Rose Brow Thought

I came to feel how far aboveAll fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood,All earthly pleasure, all imagined good,Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss. By John Keats Pride Fancy Pleasure Kiss Feel

So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours. By John Keats Choir Hours Thy Make Moan

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive. By John Keats Flower Receptive Open Leaves Passive

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. By John Keats Breeze Soul Dancing Poppies Stole

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. By John Keats Man Vain Wise Give Definition

Here lies one whose name was writ on water. By John Keats Water Lies Writ

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence. By John Keats Evening Silence Lone Winter Frost

To stay youthful, stay useful. By John Keats Youthful Stay

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,What can I do to kill it and be free? By John Keats Love Touch Memory Saywhat Free

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree,then it better not come at all. By John Keats Poetry Naturally Leaves Treethen

The poetry of the earth is never dead. By John Keats Dead Poetry Earth

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know By John Keats Earth Beauty Truth

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. By John Keats Song Sweet Pleasures Verse Belongand

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity ... By John Keats Thou Silent Form Dost Eternity

I find I cannot exist without Poetry By John Keats Poetry Find Exist

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all. By John Keats Poetry Naturally Leaves Tree

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not By John Keats Beauty Truth Imagination Seizes Existed

What is more gentle than a wind is summer? By John Keats Summer Gentle Wind

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us. By John Keats Clings Pleasure Visitant Oft Pain

Touch has a memory. By John Keats Touch Memory

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more Beautiful than Beauty's self. By John Keats Beautiful Sorrow Beauty Made

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel. By John Keats Poem Met Women Married

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering. By John Keats Life Dream Suffering Awake Find

And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair? By John Keats Weep Fair Eyes Born

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it. By John Keats Feel Heal Numbed Sense Steel

But what, without the social thought of thee,Would be the wonders of the sky and sea? By John Keats Sea Social Thought Theewould Sky

I find that I can have no enjoyment in the World but continual drinking of Knowledge - I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world By John Keats World Knowledge Find Enjoyment Continual

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in the rubbish. By John Keats Human Purify Heroism Electric Fire

The air is all softness. By John Keats Softness Air

I must choose between despair and Energy--I choose the latter. By John Keats Energy Choose Despair

O for ten years, that I may overwhelm / Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed / That my own soul has to itself decreed. By John Keats Years Overwhelm Poesy Deed Decreed

The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth. By John Keats Dream Imagination Compared Adams Truth

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days. By John Keats Love Days Voice Shape Woman

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters. By John Keats Monsters Class Lawyer Natural History

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it. By John Keats Blush Naught Sha Thought Begun

O aching time! O moments big as years! By John Keats Time Aching Years Moments Big

Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! By John Keats Soft Eyes Closer Low Lullabies

Was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that musicdo I wake or sleep? By John Keats Dream Vision Waking Fled Sleep

Time, that aged nurse, rocked me to patience. By John Keats Time Nurse Rocked Patience Aged

My chest of books divide amongst my friends-- By John Keats Friends Chest Books Divide

My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk By John Keats Monastery Monk Imagination

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest. By John Keats Love Unrest Fairest Joys Give

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude. By John Keats Solitude Thought Deadly

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. By John Keats Absorb Dissolving Sensation Present Moment

Health is my expected heaven. By John Keats Health Heaven Expected

What is this world's delight,Lightening that mocks the night,Brief as even as bright By John Keats Bright World Delightlightening Mocks Nightbrief

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild! By John Keats Alas Wild Passion Meek

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken. By John Keats Ken Felt Watcher Skies Planet

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: It's loveliness increases: it will never pass into nothingness. Pleasure is oft a visitant, but pain clings cruelty to us. By John Keats Forever Increases Nothingness Thing Beauty

How sad is it when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things which are not. By John Keats Things Vulgarity Sad Luxurious Imagination

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell. By John Keats Knell Moment Thought Passion Passing

What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth By John Keats Beauty Truth Imagination Seizes

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. By John Keats Walks Death Luxuries Brood Loveliness

But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? By John Keats Writhed Joy Passed

I scarcely remember counting upon happiness - I look not for it if it be not in the present hour - nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel. By John Keats Happiness Hour Moment Scarcely Remember

All writing is a form of prayer. By John Keats Prayer Writing Form

The excellence of every Art is its intensity. By John Keats Art Intensity Excellence

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream. By John Keats Dream Hope Shadow

Her hair was long , her foot was light and her eyes were wild. -Keats By John Keats Long Wild Keats Hair Foot

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author. By John Keats Author Read Fine Things Feel

A thing of beauty is a joy forever. By John Keats Forever Thing Beauty Joy

I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel By John Keats Feel Speak Selfand

If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true. By John Keats Beautiful True

I always made an awkward bow. By John Keats Bow Made Awkward

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world. By John Keats World Man Fine Point Soul

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality. By John Keats Immortality Awful Warmth Heart Load

Love is my religion--I could die for it. By John Keats Love Religion Die

Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced. By John Keats Real Til Experienced

I feel confident I should have been a rebel Angel had the opportunity been mine. By John Keats Angel Mine Feel Confident Rebel

Real are the dreams of gods, and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream. By John Keats Real Gods Soothly Pass Pleasures

Each of us needs something of an island in his life - if not an actual island, at least some place, or space in time, in which to be himself, free to cultivate his differences from others. By John Keats Island Life Place Time Free

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wingsThat fill the sky with silver glitterings! By John Keats Glitterings Thee Stoop Heaven Wingsthat

Life is but a day:A fragile dewdrop on its perilious wayFrom a tree's summit By John Keats Life Day Summit Fragile Dewdrop

One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another By John Keats Mind Suppose Mysterious Semispeculations Imagining

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making. By John Keats Tears Soulmaking World Vale Place

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight. By John Keats Midnight Budding Tomorrow

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts! By John Keats Thoughts Sensations Life

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead. By John Keats Lead Neer Crowned Immortality Fears

Oh ye! Who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,Feast them upon the wideness of the sea By John Keats Sea Eyeballs Vexed Tiredfeast Wideness

The web of our Life is of mingled Yarn. By John Keats Yarn Life Web Mingled

When it is moving on luxurious wings,The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings. By John Keats Smotherings Moving Luxurious Wingsthe Soul

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write. By John Keats Write Clean Comfortable Sit

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. By John Keats Land Sea Weakness Separators Great

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?On death By John Keats Sleep Dream Death Life Scenes

31To cease upon the midnight with no pain By John Keats Cease Pain Midnight

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time. By John Keats Time Silence Thou Fosterchild Slow

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul. By John Keats Soul Casket Turn Key Deftly

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success ... By John Keats Failure Sense Success Highway

Carpe diem. Seize the day. By John Keats Carpe Diem Seize Day

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget... By John Keats Dissolve Fade Forget

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. By John Keats Brier Feed Rose Leaves Winds

The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He himself never knows it, much less do others. By John Keats Life Repeat Bears Unuttered Unconscious

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. By John Keats Citadel Man Spider Spin Airy

How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they By John Keats Power Poet Speak Men Man

A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no identity-he is continually infirming and filling some other body. By John Keats Body Poet Unpoetical Existence Identityhe

I will clamber through the clouds and exist. By John Keats Exist Clamber Clouds

I want a brighter word than bright By John Keats Bright Brighter Word

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust. By John Keats Love Hut Crustis Forgive Cinders

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen. By John Keats Gold Traveled Realms Goodly States

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect. By John Keats Fanatics Dreams Wherewith Sect Weave

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention. By John Keats Web Attached Invention World Woven

The grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead. By John Keats Dead Grandeur Dooms Imagined Mighty

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour ... By John Keats Hour Conceive Ache Die

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently? By John Keats Moon Thee Potently Thou Shouldst

I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. By John Keats English Poets Death

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way. By John Keats Chaos Life Divine Messy Supposed

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. By John Keats Love Sake

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. By John Keats Top Temper Water Scarcely Kick

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty By John Keats Truths Circumstance Calm Sovereignty Bear

He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle, / And he's awake who thinks himself asleep. By John Keats Idle Asleep Saddens Thought Idleness

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things. By John Keats Things Loved Principle Beauty

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. By John Keats Fled Days Peace Slumberous Calm

Fine writing, next to doing nothing, is the best thing in the world. By John Keats Fine Writing World Thing

Beauty is truth, truth is beauty. By John Keats Beauty Truth

A quote about drinking is a joy forever By John Keats Forever Quote Drinking Joy

To silence gossip, don't repeat it. By John Keats Gossip Silence Repeat

Death is Life's high meed. By John Keats Life Death Meed High

Tis very sweet to look into the fairand open face of heaven, - to breathe a prayerfull in the smile of the blue firmament. By John Keats Tis Heaven Firmament Sweet Fairand

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave By John Keats Grave Quiet God Laid

It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores By John Keats Shores Eternal Whisperings Desolate

Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings? By John Keats Hear Workings Hum Mighty

That queen of secrecy, the violet. By John Keats Secrecy Violet Queen

Her fearful sobs, self-folding like a flower That faints into itself at evening hour: By John Keats Sobs Selffolding Hour Fearful Flower

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too. By John Keats Spring Aye Songs Thou Thy

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. By John Keats Public Enemy Hostility Thing Address

I go amongst the buildings of a city and I see a Man hurrying along - to what? By John Keats Man Buildings City Hurrying

Works of genius are the first things in the world. By John Keats Works World Genius Things

Truth is beauty; beauty truth and that is all you need to know By John Keats Truth Beauty