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John Keats  Quotes
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To BeWhen I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like...

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Touch has a memory.

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MemoryTouch
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When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, / Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.

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Romance
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Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow

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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

—John Keats

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains / My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

—John Keats

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Heart
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To set budding more, / And still more, later flowers for the bees, / Until they think warm days will never cease, / For summer has o’erbrimmed their clammy cells.

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

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That men, who might have tower’d in the vanOf all the congregated world, to fanAnd winnow from the coming step of timeAll chaff of custom, wipe away all slimeLeft by men-slugs and human serpentry,Have been...

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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...

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Love
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Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, / In some melodious plot / of beechen green, and shadows numberless, / Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

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Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty

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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

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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

—John Keats

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and...

—John Keats

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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

—John Keats

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

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

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Children
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Their smiles, / Wan as primroses gathered at midnight / By chilly-fingered Spring.

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Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity -it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

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And sure in language strange she said, / I love thee true.

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He played an ancient ditty, long since mute,/ In Provence called `La belle dame sans merci’.

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

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Hope
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My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk

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Oh what can ail thee, wretched wight, / Alone and palely loitering; / The sedge is withered from the lake, / And no birds sing.

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The Public – a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

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Music’s golden tongue Flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor

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Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory!

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MemorySea
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A drainless shower / Of light is poesy; ’tis the supreme power; / ‘Tis might half slumbering on his own right arm.

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No one can usurp the heights…But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not let them rest.

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But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs...

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FlowersNight
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Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye.

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Soon, up aloft, / The silver, snarling trumpets ‘gan to chide.

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Call the world if you please `The Vale of Soul-making’.

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It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

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The poetry of earth is never dead:

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Here lies one whose name was writ on water.

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Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer

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I stood tip-toe upon a little hill.

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Thy plaintive anthem fades / Past the near meadows, over the still stream, / Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep / In the next valley-glades: / Was it a vision or a waking...

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Past
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I always made an awkward bow.

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Farewells
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No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist / Wolf ‘s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine.

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Wine
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O soft embalmer of the still midnight, / Shutting, with careful fingers and benign / Our gloom-pleased eyes.

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Eyes
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God of the golden bow, / And of the golden lyre, / And of the golden hair, / And of the golden fire, / Charioteer / Of the patient year, / Where – where slept...

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The poetry of the earth is never dead.

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EnvironmentNaturePoetry
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I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!

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An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people- it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the Burden of the Mystery

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With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

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I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom /one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.

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

—John Keats

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