We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm… — John Keats Copy Share Image
No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully,… — 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
“I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely -- indeed if I thought you… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, Tonight if I may guess, thy… — John Keats Copy Share Image
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head. — 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
