“How sad is it when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And… — 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
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not — John Keats Copy Share Image
I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women -- at this moment I am striving to be just to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.” — 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
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
