John Keats Quotes

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Here are sweet-peas, on tip-toe for a flight With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.

Why were they proud again we ask aloud, Why in the name of Glory were they proud

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.

She press'd his hand in slumber so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

They shall be accounted poet kings Who simply tell the most heart-easing things.

And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true.

Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

I would jump down Etna for any public good -- but I hate a mawkish popularity.

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

Health is my expected heaven.

I always made an awkward bow.

You speak of Lord Byron and me there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet the Evening listens.