I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies. — John Keats Copy Share Image
O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment… — John Keats Copy Share Image
'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes… — 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
His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; — John Keats Copy Share Image
Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a… — 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
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
