John Keats Quotes

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

To his sight
The husk of natural objects opens quite
To the core; and every secret essence there
Reveals the elements of good and fair;
Making him see, where Learning hath no light.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.

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.

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,
Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart
Made purple riot.

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

For so delicious were the words she sung,it seem'd he had loved them a whole summer long.

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

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

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.

I do think the bars
That kept my spirit in are burst - that I
Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!
How beautiful thou art!

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

Works of genius are the first things in this world.