Summer Quotes by John Keats

9 Summer quotes by John Keats

John Keats’s nine brief lines on summer embody his lush, sensual style, turning heat and light into fragrant poetry. Though limited in number, the verses provide an immediate, evocative sense of his seasonal admiration.

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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

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Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

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No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the…

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Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of…

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It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils…

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I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with…

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In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay…

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit…

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“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,…

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Phylosophy will clip an angel's wings.

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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.…

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“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.”

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Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In…

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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…

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So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours.

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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

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I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could…

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Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With…

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Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!

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Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

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Load every rift with ore.

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I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

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When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou…

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