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John Keats Quotes - Page 12

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For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, ‘Thou art no Poet may’st not tell thy dreams?’ Since every man

For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, ‘Thou art no Poet may’st not tell thy dreams?’ Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos’d to rehearse Be poet’s or fanatic’s will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.

Mother, Dream, Art

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.758, e-artnow

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

Soul, Use, World

Letter to George and Georgiana Keats, 21 April 1819, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 2, p. 102

A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.

Light, Poetry, Half

John Keats, Baron Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (1848). “Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats”, p.26

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells.

Rivers, Lakes, Sea

John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.91, Harvard University Press

My friends should drink a dozen of Claret on my Tomb.

Friendship, Dozen, Drink

1819 Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 14 Aug.

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

Dream, Imagination, May

John Keats (2015). “John Keats: Hyperion (Unabridged): An Epic Poem from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets, best known for his Odes, Ode to a Nightingale, Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode to Indolence, Ode to Psyche, Ode to Fanny, Lamia and more”, p.114, e-artnow

Load every rift with ore.

Rift, Crafts, Load

"An introduction to the poetry of John Keats" by Andrew Motion, www.theguardian.com. January 23, 2010.

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!Vanishd unseasonably

War, Flower, Eye

John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.374, Harvard University Press

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

Intellectual, Purpose, Ripening

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.40, Рипол Классик

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!

Nature, Blessed, Self

Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink.

Flower, Knowledge, Eye

John Keats (2002). “Selected Letters”, p.63, Oxford University Press, USA

Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines Savory latter-mint, and columbines.

Rose, Green, Golden

Harry Buxton Forman, John Keats (1817). “The complete works of John Keats”, p.192

They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.

Horse, Poetry, Pegasus

'Sleep and Poetry' (1817) l. 186

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.

Sweet, Pride, Curves

John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.32, Harvard University Press

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!

Kings, Warrior, Dames

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

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

Song, Simple, Romance

John Keats (1962). “John Keats: With a Detailed Study and Text of Selected Poems”

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

Writing, Comfort, Clean

Letter to George and Georgiana Keats, 17 September 1819, in H. E. Rollins(ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 2, p. 186

And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!

Life, Winning, Night

John Keats (1841). “The poetical works of John Keats”, p.203

His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.

Religion, Wish, Anxious

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

Song, Spring, Thinking

"To Autumn" l. 23 (1820)

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

Sad, Depression, Water

Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 25 May 1818, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 287

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?

Dream, Sleep, Past

'Ode to a Nightingale' (1820) st. 8

No, no, I'm sure, 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.

Dream, Luxury, Long

John Keats (1818). “Endymion: A Poetic Romance”, p.43

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

Sky, Wings, Heaven

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley (1829). “The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats. Complete in One Volume”

No one can usurp the heights... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.

World, Height, Misery

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