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 Copy Share Image
We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more!… — John Keats Copy Share Image
How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,… — 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
Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. — John Keats Copy Share Image
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. — John Keats Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close. — 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
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds… — 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
