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The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

John Keats

Art, Excellence, Intensity

Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 21 December 1817, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 192

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

John Keats

Art, Excellence, Intensity

Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 21 December 1817, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 192

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

John Keats

Art, Flower, Bed

John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.172

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 task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.

John Keats

Sweet, Art, Stars

'Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art' (1819)

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

John Keats

Art, Excellence, Literature

Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 21 December 1817, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 192

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

John Keats

Art, Stars, Night

'Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art' (1819)

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

John Keats

Beauty, Art, Imagination

Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 22 Nov. 1817

... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

John Keats

Beautiful, Art, Stars

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.66, Рипол Классик

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

John Keats

Dream, Art, Fever

John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.365, Harvard University Press

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

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

John Keats

Art, Time, Pain

Ode to Nightingale St. 6 (1820)

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.

John Keats

Mother, Dream, Art

... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst 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.

John Keats

Mother, Dream, Art

John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.233, Рипол Классик

John Keats Quotes about Art

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