Top 25 Quotes by John Keats of 353 - Page 10

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

John Keats

Love, Wings, Independence

John Keats, Baron Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (1848). “Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats”, p.198

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

John Keats

Beautiful, Art, Sky

John Keats (2015). “The Complete Poetry of John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn + Ode to a Nightingale + Hyperion + Endymion + The Eve of St. Agnes + Isabella + Ode to Psyche + Lamia + Sonnets and more from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.546, e-artnow

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

John Keats

Half, Has Beens

'Ode to a Nightingale' (1820) st. 6

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.

John Keats

Book, Wine, Doors

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first.

John Keats

Death, Thank God, Growing

In a letter from Joseph Severn to John Taylor, 6 March 1821, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 2, p. 378

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

John Keats

Sleep, Sea, Bird

Harry Buxton Forman, John Keats (1817). “The complete works of John Keats”, p.86

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

John Keats

Feelings, Enemy, Literature

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.47, Рипол Классик

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

John Keats

Nature, Fire, Heroism

John Keats (1820). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.37

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

Morning, Flower, Fall

'Ode on Melancholy' (1820) st. 2

My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.

John Keats

Death, Sleep, Eagles

John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.178

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.

John Keats

Stars, Sadness, Silence

1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems, 'Hyperion', bk.1, l.1-5.

To Hope "When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

John Keats

Dream, Sweet, Eye

John Keats (1841). “The poetical works of John Keats”, p.195

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

World, Chaos, Graves

John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.988, Delphi Classics

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

John Keats

Ambition, Alertness, Countenance

John Keats (2015). “The Complete Poetry of John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn + Ode to a Nightingale + Hyperion + Endymion + The Eve of St. Agnes + Isabella + Ode to Psyche + Lamia + Sonnets and more from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.246, e-artnow

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.

John Keats

Done, Embarrassment, Blushing

John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.322, Delphi Classics

Why employ intelligent and highly paid ambassadors and then go and do their work for them? You don't buy a canary and sing yourself.

John Keats

Intelligent, Ambassadors, Canaries

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head.

John Keats

Hope, Sweet, Dark

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.6, Рипол Классик

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

John Keats

Rose, Dew, Fever

'La belle dame sans merci' (1820) st. 3

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

John Keats

Flower, Hair, Wind

'To Autumn' (1820) st. 2

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings

John Keats

Solitude, Building, Thee

John Keats (1859). “The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a Life”, p.372

X. 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!” XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. XII. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.

John Keats

Kings, Warrior, Lakes

"La Belle Dame Sans Merci" l. 37 (1820)

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

John Keats

Light, Sight, Darkness

'To Homer' (written 1818)

The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.

John Keats

Men, Law, Work Out

John Keats (2015). “John Keats - The Man Behind The Lyrics: Life, letters, and literary remains: Complete Letters and Two Extensive Biographies of one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.226, e-artnow