“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings. — John Keats Copy Share Image
In the long vista of the years to roll,\\ Let me not see my country's honor fade;\\ Oh! let me see our… — John Keats Copy Share Image
We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand… — John Keats Copy Share Image
O for ten years, that I may overwhelm / Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed / That my own… — John Keats Copy Share Image
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And… — 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
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of… — John Keats Copy Share Image
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have… — 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
“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
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination’s struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? — 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
To Hope "When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before… — 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
