His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. — 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
No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more -… — John Keats Copy Share Image
My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm… — 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.… — 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
You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again –… — 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
