“Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. — John Keats Copy Share Image
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they — John Keats Copy Share Image
Verse, Fame and Beauty are intense indeed, But Death intenser - Death is Life's high meed. — John Keats Copy Share Image
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...” — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“That men, who might have tower'd in the van Of all the congregated world, to fan And winnow from the coming step… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds Along the pebbled shore of memory! Many old rotten-timber'd boats there be Upon thy vaporous… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so… — John Keats Copy Share Image
This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I still don't know how to work out a poem. A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit… — John Keats Copy Share Image
We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand… — 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
“O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world - there I am a child - there… — John Keats Copy Share Image
My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Brown and Dilke walked with me and back from the Christmas pantomime. I had not a dispute but a disquisition, with Dilke… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. — John Keats Copy Share Image
A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!” — John Keats Copy Share Image
It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm. — 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
