What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently? — John Keats Copy Share Image
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I am certain of nothing but the Holiness of the Heart's affections and the Truth of the Imagination — 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… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie… — John Keats Copy Share Image
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his… — John Keats Copy Share Image
O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May? — 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
