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John Keats  Quotes
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know

—John Keats

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Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down;The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown..

—John Keats

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My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness — if I...

—John Keats

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Laziness
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Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

—John Keats

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Gold
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, / Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs.

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

—John Keats

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I would jump down Etna for any public good – but I hate a mawkish popularity.

—John Keats

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I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

—John Keats

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

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Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?—“On death

—John Keats

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Verse, Fame and Beauty are intense indeed, But Death intenser – Death is Life’s high meed

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Beauty
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I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high likes them or not.

—John Keats

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But when the melancholy fit shall fall / Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, / That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, / And hides the green hill in an April shroud; / Then glut...

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There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object

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Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; / Enough their simple loveliness for me.

—John Keats

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The same that oft-times hath charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.

—John Keats

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Poetry
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Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

—John Keats

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Love is my religion – I could die for it.

—John Keats

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Where’s the face / One would meet in every place? / Where’s the voice, however soft, / One would hear so very oft?

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O Sorrow, / Why dost borrow / Heart’s lightness from the merriment of May?

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Sorrow
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A solitary sorrow best befits / Thy lips, and antheming a lonely grief.

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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

—John Keats

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Kisses And Kissing
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty

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Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,Empty the haunted air, and gnomèd mine—Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile madeThe tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade

—John Keats

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Here are sweet-peas, on tip-toe for a flight:/ With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white,/ And taper fingers catching at all things, / To bind them all about with tiny rings.

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O for ten years, that I may overwhelm / Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed / That my own soul has to itself decreed.

—John Keats

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Out went the taper as she hurried in; / Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died.

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Died
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What occasions the greater part of the world’s quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party

—John Keats

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Quarrels
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A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world

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Bright StarBright 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, The moving waters at their priestlike...

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Poetry
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And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no...

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

—John Keats

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You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

—John Keats

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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...

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Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

—John Keats

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Man
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It is true that in the height of enthusiasm I have been cheated into some fine passages; but that is not the thing.

—John Keats

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Enthusiasm
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Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey,...

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Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the...

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; / Conspiring with him how to load and bless / With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run.

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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 star’d at the Pacific and all his men Look’d...

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Once upon a time, the American met the Automobile and fell in love. Unfortunately, this led him into matrimony, and so he did not live happily ever after.

—John Keats

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She looked at me as she did love, / And made sweet moan.

—John Keats

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Love
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Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter

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Nothing ever becomes real ’til it is experienced.

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Where’s the cheek that doth not fade, / Too much gazed at?

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But were there ever any / Writhed not at passed joy?

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Joy
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Pass into nothingness.

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A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity – he is continually informing and filling some other body.

—John Keats

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Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit; a poor Indian’s sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci

—John Keats

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