"Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss."
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John Keats quotes (page 3 of 18)
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"Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering."
"I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet."
"Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest."
"...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice."
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
"Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know."
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells."
"That which is creative must create itself."
"With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration."
"I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest."
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun."
"There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it."
"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter."
"Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers."
"The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate."
"'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?"
"You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest."
"Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer."