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
I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt… — 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 alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not… — John Keats Copy Share Image
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but… — John Keats Copy Share Image
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings — 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
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all… — John Keats Copy Share Image
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self. — John Keats Copy Share Image
My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world. — 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
