It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils… — John Keats Copy Share Image
... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings! — John Keats Copy Share Image
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies. — John Keats Copy Share Image
... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I… — 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
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken. — 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
