"Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold."
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John Keats quotes (page 15 of 18)
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"What is more gentle than a wind is summer?"
"Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect."
"Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself."
"There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality."
"My chest of books divide amongst my friends."
"It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale."
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . ."
"Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood."
"Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death"
"I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty."
"X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!” XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. XII. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing."
"We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!""
"The thought, the deadly thought of solitude."
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!"
"The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children."
"I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them."
"When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings."
"Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream."
"We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration."