He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead. — 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
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...” — John Keats Copy Share Image
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave — John Keats Copy Share Image
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more!… — John Keats Copy Share Image
How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“With duller steel than the Perséan sword They cut away no formless monster's head, But one, whose gentleness did well accord With… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“t this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death — John Keats Copy Share Image
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain". — John Keats Copy Share Image
“This is a mere matter of the moment. I think I shall be among the English poets after my death.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells… — 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
“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
“Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale… — 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 Image
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 Image
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom! — John Keats Copy Share Image
