John Keats Quotes
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Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toil me back from thee to my sole self!
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Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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As though a tongueless nightingale should swellHer throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
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Call the world if you please 'The vale of soul-making.'
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Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.
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I made a garland for her head,And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;She look'd at me as she did love,And made sweet moan.
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Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art-Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth's human shores.
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Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
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What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
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And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.
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The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
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And they are gone: ay, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the storm.
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It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
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That large utterance of the early gods!
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I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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St. Agnes’ Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was!The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,And silent was the flock in woolly fold.
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In drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity.
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E’en like the passage of an angel’s tearThat falls through the clear ether silently.
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And then there creptA little noiseless noise among the leaves,Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.