Of the wide world I stand alone, and think till love and fame to nothingness do sink. — 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
“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
“When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books,… — 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
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
“When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love… — 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
