Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth. — John Keats Copy Share Image
His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty? — John Keats Copy Share Image
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego — John Keats Copy Share Image
Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“What is this world's delight, Lightening that mocks the night, Brief as even as bright” — 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
