Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know. — 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
