“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around... — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, Tonight if I may guess, thy… — 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, in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain — 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
“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
“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
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
