Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . . — John Keats Copy Share Image
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt… — 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… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways… — John Keats Copy Share Image
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live… — 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
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — John Keats Copy Share Image
'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir. — 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
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — 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
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
