John Keats Quotes & Wallpapers

John Keats
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I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me. John Keats

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? - that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity. John Keats

Wine is only sweet to happy men. John Keats

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

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. John Keats

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain". John Keats

Works of genius are the first things in the world. John Keats

I have so much of you in my heart. John Keats

You have ravished me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I endeavored often to reason against the reasons of my Love. John Keats

Dry your eyes - O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies. John Keats

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. John Keats

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave John Keats

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. John Keats

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell. John Keats

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!" John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain. John Keats

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people - it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery. John Keats

Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores. John Keats

Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses: we read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author. John Keats

And then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves. John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. John Keats

I want a brighter word than bright John Keats

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

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. John Keats

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty? John Keats

The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. John Keats

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust. John Keats

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth. John Keats

Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail, The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale, The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones, The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones, Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet, If human souls did never kiss and greet? John Keats

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality. John Keats

Beauty is truth, truth beauty John Keats

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song! John Keats

Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live. John Keats

A quote about drinking is a joy forever John Keats

O aching time! O moments big as years! John Keats

Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience. John Keats

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! John Keats

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all. John Keats

Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise! Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve, When the dusk holiday - or holinight Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave The woof darkness thick, for hid delight; But as I've read love's missal through today, He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray. John Keats

A proverb is not a proverb to you until life has illustrated it. John Keats

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. John Keats

I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer. John Keats

O soft embalmer of the still midnight! Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleased eyes, empower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine. John Keats

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And though to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind. John Keats

I must choose between despair and Energy-I choose the latter. John Keats

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me. John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors- No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death. John Keats

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz'd, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven! John Keats

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence. John Keats

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

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there. John Keats

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits. John Keats

Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. John Keats

Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees. John Keats

Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death. John Keats

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world. John Keats

Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beautified Strawberry. John Keats

Tis the witching hour of night, Or bed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen For what listen they? John Keats

Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. John Keats

It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. John Keats

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 and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle or amaze with itself, but with its subject. John Keats

And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings in a distant mart? Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb. John Keats

My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream. John Keats

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! John Keats

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? John Keats

But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose. John Keats

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

As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell. John Keats

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

It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores John Keats

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