Real are the dreams of gods, and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream. — John Keats Copy Share Image
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep? — 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
“The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep… — 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… — John Keats Copy Share Image
No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully,… — 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
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
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this… — 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
“How light Must dreams themselves be; seeing they’re more slight Than the mere nothing that engenders them!” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise… — John Keats Copy Share Image
To Hope "When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before… — John Keats Copy Share Image
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the… — 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
