Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine -… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have… — 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
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were… — 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
