Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“That men, who might have tower'd in the van Of all the congregated world, to fan And winnow from the coming step… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a… — 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
“This is a mere matter of the moment. I think I shall be among the English poets after my death.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me… — 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
