“Be more of an artist, and “load every rift” of your subject with ore.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not — John Keats Copy Share Image
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables, from their being in close relationship with beauty and… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — John Keats Copy Share Image
You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore. — John Keats Copy Share Image
... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — John Keats Copy Share Image
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and… — John Keats Copy Share
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.… — John Keats Copy Share
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In… — John Keats Copy Share
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… — John Keats Copy Share
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could… — John Keats Copy Share
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With… — John Keats Copy Share
When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou… — John Keats Copy Share
