Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . . — John Keats Copy Share Image
Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight;… — John Keats Copy Share Image
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“How light Must dreams themselves be; seeing they’re more slight Than the mere nothing that engenders them!” — John Keats Copy Share Image
I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing… — 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
