Love is my religion - I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feel...
JOHN KEATS I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
JOHN KEATS With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all...
JOHN KEATS Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATS There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
JOHN KEATS You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees...
JOHN KEATS I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I co...
JOHN KEATS Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of...
JOHN KEATS A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingn...
JOHN KEATS He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
JOHN KEATS No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, ...
JOHN KEATS Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
...
JOHN KEATS What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth.
JOHN KEATS I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to s...
JOHN KEATS When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before h...
JOHN KEATS I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave
JOHN KEATS But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy?
JOHN KEATS Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
JOHN KEATS A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATS Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.
JOHN KEATS Touch has a memory.
JOHN KEATS I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom --one fil...
JOHN KEATS Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him...
JOHN KEATS Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it ...
JOHN KEATS The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing --to let the ...
JOHN KEATS Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someon...
JOHN KEATS Do not all charms fly at the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heave...
JOHN KEATS What wreath for Lamia? What for Lycius?
What for the sage, old Apollonius?
Upon her aching for...
JOHN KEATS Even if I was well - I must make myself as good a Philosopher as possible. Now I have had opportuni...
JOHN KEATS My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber...
JOHN KEATS I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
JOHN KEATS Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shal...
JOHN KEATS A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; ...
JOHN KEATS Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant ag...
JOHN KEATS Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity --it should strike the reader as a wo...
JOHN KEATS Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle i...
JOHN KEATS The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a ...
JOHN KEATS Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous -- who are each individually l...
JOHN KEATS There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
JOHN KEATS I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
JOHN KEATS Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced -- even a proverb is no proverb to you till your li...
JOHN KEATS Health is my expected heaven.
JOHN KEATS There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify -- so that among these human creatures t...
JOHN KEATS The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
JOHN KEATS The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty...
JOHN KEATS There's a blush for won t, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush f...
JOHN KEATS I would jump down Etna for any public good -- but I hate a mawkish popularity.
JOHN KEATS I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion --I have shuddered at it. I shudder n...
JOHN KEATS I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacl...
JOHN KEATS Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory!
JOHN KEATS I always made an awkward bow.
JOHN KEATS Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the c...
JOHN KEATS The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without fee...
JOHN KEATS I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
JOHN KEATS O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not ...
JOHN KEATS A proverb is not a proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATS There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
JOHN KEATS In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo...
JOHN KEATS Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring wi...
JOHN KEATS Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
JOHN KEATS A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATS And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds. - John Keats,
JOHN KEATS 'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, gli...
JOHN KEATS You have ravished me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and ev...
JOHN KEATS And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.
JOHN KEATS Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the...
JOHN KEATS O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
JOHN KEATS I long to believe in immortality. . . . If I am destined to be happy with you here--how short is th...
JOHN KEATS Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the high...
JOHN KEATS I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
JOHN KEATS Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wordi...
JOHN KEATS I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination...
JOHN KEATS Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not start...
JOHN KEATS There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures th...
JOHN KEATS You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
JOHN KEATS 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
JOHN KEATS It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy cita...
JOHN KEATS The poetry of the earth is never dead.
JOHN KEATS Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wor...
JOHN KEATS The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to l...
JOHN KEATS I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
JOHN KEATS What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
JOHN KEATS My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
JOHN KEATS I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could...
JOHN KEATS I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder n...
JOHN KEATS And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
JOHN KEATS Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks
Our ready minds to fellowship divine,
A fellow...
JOHN KEATS There was an awful rainbow once in heaven; We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the ...
JOHN KEATS I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person ...
JOHN KEATS You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS I go amongst the buildings of a city and I see a Man hurrying along - to what?
JOHN KEATS I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as a...
JOHN KEATS Even now I am perhaps not speaking from myself: but from some character in whose soul I now live.
JOHN KEATS Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,
and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,
T...
JOHN KEATS I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.
JOHN KEATS If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in im...
JOHN KEATS For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
JOHN KEATS The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall ne...
JOHN KEATS I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
JOHN KEATS Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATS The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks.
JOHN KEATS He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
JOHN KEATS St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
JOHN KEATS Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dr...
JOHN KEATS Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up th...
JOHN KEATS Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
JOHN KEATS Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice ...
JOHN KEATS Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, C...
JOHN KEATS Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run Fro...
JOHN KEATS Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almos...
JOHN KEATS Beauty is truth, truth beauty, --that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
JOHN KEATS Tis the witching hour of night,
Or bed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, g...
JOHN KEATS Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth...
JOHN KEATS I love you the more that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination. Wha...
JOHN KEATS The only means of strengthening one's intelligence is to make up one's mind about nothing-- to let t...
JOHN KEATS How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
JOHN KEATS To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And though to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, chee...
JOHN KEATS He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."
JOHN KEATS On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
JOHN KEATS There is a budding morrow in midnight.
JOHN KEATS Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; / Conspiring with...
JOHN KEATS Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
JOHN KEATS The latest dream I ever dreamed / On the cold hill side.
JOHN KEATS Should ever the fine-eyed maid to me be kind; Ah! surely it must be whenever I find; Some flowery sp...
JOHN KEATS Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
JOHN KEATS Virgin-choir to make delicious moan / Upon the midnight hours.
JOHN KEATS Oh what can ail thee, wretched wight, / Alone and palely loitering; / The sedge is withered from the...
JOHN KEATS Soon, up aloft, / The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
JOHN KEATS O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
JOHN KEATS O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky building...
JOHN KEATS Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.
JOHN KEATS We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATS My chest of books divide amongst my friends--
JOHN KEATS Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,
What can I do to kill it and be free?
JOHN KEATS Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
JOHN KEATS I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
JOHN KEATS Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
JOHN KEATS Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone s...
JOHN KEATS When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank l...
JOHN KEATS No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures
Than I began to think of rhymes and measures:
JOHN KEATS I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATS My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATS I have been astonished that men could die martyrs
for their religion--
I have shuddered at...
JOHN KEATS Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye.
JOHN KEATS I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
JOHN KEATS My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for ...
JOHN KEATS A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases;
It will never
Pass into...
JOHN KEATS If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all
JOHN KEATS Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
JOHN KEATS A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness
JOHN KEATS Leaving great verse unto a little clan.
JOHN KEATS Souls of poets dead and gone, / What Elysium have ye known, / Happy field or mossy cavern, / Choicer...
JOHN KEATS Away with old Romance! Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts; Away with love-verses, s...
JOHN KEATS Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf; He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself. O...
JOHN KEATS I wish I could say Tom was any better. His identity presses upon me so all day that I am obliged to ...
JOHN KEATS A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity - he is continual...
JOHN KEATS Their smiles, / Wan as primroses gathered at midnight / By chilly-fingered Spring.
JOHN KEATS Where's the cheek that doth not fade, / Too much gazed at?
JOHN KEATS The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;/ And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
JOHN KEATS I stood tip-toe upon a little hill.
JOHN KEATS Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu
JOHN KEATS I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high li...
JOHN KEATS Where's the face / One would meet in every place? / Where's the voice, however soft, / One would hea...
JOHN KEATS I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, / Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs.
JOHN KEATS Pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it
JOHN KEATS Once upon a time, the American met the Automobile and fell in love. Unfortunately, this led him into...
JOHN KEATS On a half-reapèd furrow sound asleep, / Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook / Spares t...
JOHN KEATS Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
JOHN KEATS I see a lilly on thy brow, / With anguish moist and fever dew; / And on thy cheek a fading rose / Fa...
JOHN KEATS Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
JOHN KEATS Hard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain / Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATS Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the high...
JOHN KEATS And there I shut her wild, wild eyes / With kisses four.
JOHN KEATS The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a ...
JOHN KEATS O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!
JOHN KEATS When I behold, upon the night's starred face, / Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.
JOHN KEATS I am certain of nothing but the Holiness of the Heart's affections and the Truth of the Imagination
JOHN KEATS Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lo...
JOHN KEATS Mortality / Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep.
JOHN KEATS Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,/ Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart / Only to meet agai...
JOHN KEATS Point me out the way / To any one particular beauteous star.
JOHN KEATS Now a soft kiss -- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss
JOHN KEATS St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! / The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; / The hare lim...
JOHN KEATS Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, / In some melodious plot / of beechen green, and shadows numb...
JOHN KEATS I have good reason to be content,
for thank God I can read and
perhaps understand Shakespe...
JOHN KEATS Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I...
JOHN KEATS Fairy Song
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep n...
JOHN KEATS