Flower Quotes by John Keats

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

— John Keats

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

— John Keats

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

— John Keats

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

— John Keats

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

— John Keats

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

— John Keats

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

— John Keats

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth…

— John Keats

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess…

— John Keats

O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

— John Keats

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

— John Keats

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more!…

— John Keats

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

Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and…

— John Keats

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the…

— John Keats

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

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand…

— John Keats

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,…

— John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit…

— John Keats

Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have…

— John Keats

How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although…

— John Keats

“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,…

— John Keats

“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds…

— John Keats