The following 39 quotes match your criteria:
| Author: John Keats |
A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness. |
| Endymion. Book i.
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| Author: John Keats |
He ne’er is crown’d
With immortality, who fears to follow
Where airy voices lead. |
| Endymion. Book ii.
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| Author: John Keats |
To sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and |
| Endymion. Book iv.
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| Author: John Keats |
| So many, and so many, and such glee. |
| Endymion. Book iv.
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| Author: John Keats |
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust. |
| Lamia. Part ii.
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| Author: John Keats |
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings. |
| Lamia. Part ii.
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| Author: John Keats |
Music’s golden tongue
Flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3.
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| Author: John Keats |
| The silver snarling trumpets ’gan to chide. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 4.
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| Author: John Keats |
| Asleep in lap of legends old. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 15.
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| Author: John Keats |
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,
Flushing his brow. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 16.
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| Author: John Keats |
| A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 18.
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| Author: John Keats |
| As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27.
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| Author: John Keats |
| And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 30.
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| Author: John Keats |
He play’d an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call’d “La belle dame sans mercy.” |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 33.
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| Author: John Keats |
| That large utterance of the early gods! |
| Hyperion. Book i.
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| Author: 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. |
| Hyperion. Book i.
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| Author: John Keats |
| The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. |
| Hyperion. Book ii.
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| Author: John Keats |
Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth!
Oh for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene!
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stainèd mouth. |
| Ode to a Nightingale.
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| Author: John Keats |
The self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in fa |
| Ode to a Nightingale.
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| Author: John Keats |
| Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time. |
| Ode on a Grecian Urn.
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| Author: John Keats |
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on,—
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. |
| Ode on a Grecian Urn.
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| Author: John Keats |
Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! |
| Ode on a Grecian Urn.
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| Author: John Keats |
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. |
| Ode on a Grecian Urn.
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| Author: John Keats |
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity. |
| Stanzas.
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| Author: John Keats |
Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings? |
| Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet x.
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| Author: John Keats |
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
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| On first looking into Chapman’s Homer.
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| Author: John Keats |
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently. |
| To One who has been long in City pent.
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| Author: John Keats |
| The poetry of earth is never dead. |
| On the Grasshopper and Cricket.
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| Author: John Keats |
Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind
Along the reedy stream; a half-heard strain,
Full of sweet desolation—balmy pain. |
| I stood tip-toe upon a little Hill.
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| Author: John Keats |
| There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. |
| Preface to Endymion.
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| Author: John Keats |
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too? |
| Ode to the fair Maid of the Inn.
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| Author: John Keats |
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shine. |
| Ode on Melancholy. Stanza 3.
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| Author: John Keats |
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns. |
| Sonnet. On the Sea.
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| Author: John Keats |
| The sweet converse of an innocent mind. |
| Sonnet. To Solitude.
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| Author: John Keats |
She no tear—O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more—O weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. |
| Faery Song 1.
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| Author: John Keats |
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast. |
| Sonnet The Day is gone.
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| Author: John Keats |
Mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep. |
| Sonnet. On seeing the Elgin Marbles.
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| Author: 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 |
| Sonnet.
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| Author: John Keats |
| Here lies one whose name was writ in water. |
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