Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men. — John Keats Copy Share Image
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...” — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The opinion I have of the generality of women--who appear to me as children to whom I would rather give a sugar… — John Keats Copy Share Image
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… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women -- at this moment I am striving to be just to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“This is a mere matter of the moment. I think I shall be among the English poets after my death.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
“That men, who might have tower'd in the van Of all the congregated world, to fan And winnow from the coming step… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop… — 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
“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
“Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale… — 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
