John Keats Quotes

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

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.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty’s self.

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;–then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I’m good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.