I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more.… — John Keats Copy Share Image
He, who is gone, was one of the very kindest friends I possessed, and yet he was not kinder perhaps to me,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women -- at this moment I am striving to be just to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence. — 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
