I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again... — John Keats Copy Share Image
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. — John Keats Copy Share Image
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around... — 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
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep? — John Keats Copy Share Image
Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty? — 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… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine… — John Keats Copy Share Image
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is… — 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
“And we will shade Ourselves whole summers by a river glade; And I will tell thee stories of the sky, And breathe… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious 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 — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer. — John Keats Copy Share Image
It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego — 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
