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John Keats Quotes - Page 9

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I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Sexy, Sensual, Moments

John Keats (2009). “Selected Letters of John Keats: Revised Edition”, p.390, Harvard University Press

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

Rose, Flushing, Brows

1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems,'The Eve of St. Agnes', stanza 16.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

Fall, Autumn, Gourds

"To Autumn" l. 1 (1820)

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

Happiness, Tree, Branches

'In drear nighted December' (written 1817)

Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.

Song, Purple, Mouths

'Ode to a Nightingale' (1820) st. 2

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

Moving, Dark, Shapes

Mary Botham Howitt, Henry Hart Milman, John Keats (1840). “The poetical works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: complete in one volume”, p.533

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

Love, Romantic, Cheesy

John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.986, Delphi Classics

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.

Song, Sweet, Poetry

'To George Felton Mathew' (1817) l. 1

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

Passion, Moments, Passing

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative.

Life, Eye, Men

John Keats (1820). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.29

A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

Silence, Littles, Noise

'I stood tip-toe upon a little hill' (1817) l. 10

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

Winter, Silence, Frost

John Keats (1841). “The poetical works of John Keats”, p.228

In the long vista of the years to roll,\\ Let me not see my country's honor fade;\\ Oh! let me see our land retain its soul!\\ Her pride in Freedom, and not Freedom's shade.

Country, Perseverance, Freedom

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.

Dream, Loneliness, Eye

John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.36, Harvard University Press

I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.

Beautiful, Morning, Writing

John Keats, Baron Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (1848). “Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats”, p.150

Asleep in lap of legends old.

Lap, Legends

John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.72

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? - that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.

Life, Feet, Self

John Keats, “Endymion: Book I”

This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."

Lying, Heart, Names

Epitaph for himself, in Richard Monckton Milnes 'Life, Letters and Literary Remains of John Keats' (1848) vol. 2, p. 91.

Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.

Dream, Real, Long

"Bright Star: The Complete Poems and Selected Letters".

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.

Nature, Stars, Children

Letter to George and Georgiana Keats, 24 October 1818, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 403

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

I Love You, Thinking, World

'When I have fears that I may cease to be' (written 1818)

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

Two, Luxury, Literature

Letter to Fanny Brawne, 25 July 1819, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 2, p. 133

Much have I traveled 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 That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific, and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise, Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Eye, Men, Islands

"On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" l. 5 (1817)

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

Wish, Crowds, Littles

John Keats (2009). “Selected Letters of John Keats: Revised Edition”, p.328, Harvard University Press

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

Summer, Sky, Singing

'To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.' (written 1818)

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