In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit — John Keats Copy Share Image
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit. — John Keats Copy Share Image
It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all. — John Keats Copy Share Image
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.” — 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
