John Keats Quotes

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms...

Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death...

Open wide the mind's cage-door,She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

To Sleep"O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-...

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures th...

Beauty is truth truth beauty.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watch...

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him...

I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his d...

The imagination of a boy is healthy and the mature imagination of a man is healthy but there is a ...

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mindabout nothing -- to let the ...

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becksOur ready minds to fellowship divine,A fellowship with es...

Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world - there I am a child -...

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a...

I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy s...

When by my solitary hearth I sit,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,And the bare heath ...

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existe...

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity...

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never ...

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it ...

I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as a...

If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immort...

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,Empty the haunted air, ...

And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgo...

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breedsAlong the pebbled shore of memory!Many old rotten-timber'...

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

That men, who might have tower'd in the vanOf all the congregated world, to fanAnd winnow from the c...

I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him h...

To SorrowI bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves ...

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death

Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft n...

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing yo...

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could...

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watchi...

You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the...

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Touch has a memory.

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

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.

Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer

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

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illust...

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religion--I have shuddered at it,I shudde...

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion I have shudder'd at it. I shudd...

No one can usurp the heights...But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not l...

Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.

Ever let the Fancy roam Pleasure never is at home.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle i...

There is nothing stable in the world uproar's your only music.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever Its loveliness increases it will never Pass into nothingness.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line Empty the haunted air ...

A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I co...

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

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

I wish to believe in immortality - I wish to live with you forever.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

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

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I...

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,What can I do to kill it and be free?

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly cheerly She lo...

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures th...

The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy...

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all...

Call the world, if you please, "the Vale of Soul Making". Then you will find out the use of the worl...

I have met with women who I really think would like to be married to a poem and to be given away by...

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almos...

But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination’s struggles...

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slumb'ring on its o...

My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk

The excellence of every art is its intensity capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from th...

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wor...

Beauty is truth - truth beauty - that is all Ye know on earth and all ye need to know.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads u...

Failure ... is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false lea...

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him so...

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited...

Here lies one whose name was writ on water.