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A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

John Keats
Happiness, Beauty, Nature
Endymion bk. 1, l. 1 (1818)

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

John Keats
Summer, Nature, Wind
John Keats (2009). “Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats”, p.114, Modern Library

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

John Keats
Inspirational, Life, Nature

To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

John Keats
Sweet, Nature, Prayer
"To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent" l. 1 (1817)

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

John Keats
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

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

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

John Keats
Nature, Blessed, Self

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

John Keats
Summer, Nature, Light
'Hyperion: A Fragment' (1820) bk. 1, l. 7

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