Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e’er return. O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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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