I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop… — 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
“Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the… — 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… — 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
