But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again” — 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
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and… — 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
