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… — John Keats Copy Share Image
He, who is gone, was one of the very kindest friends I possessed, and yet he was not kinder perhaps to me,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again –… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no identity-he is continually infirming and filling some other… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it — 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
Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“A Man’s life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the Mystery of his life—a life… — John Keats Copy Share Image
It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“t this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Verse, Fame and Beauty are intense indeed, But Death intenser - Death is Life's high meed. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit — John Keats Copy Share Image
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death — John Keats Copy Share Image
“If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination’s struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in… — 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
