A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. — 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
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
... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have… — 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
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
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
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share
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
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
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
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
When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou… — John Keats Copy Share
