Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATSPleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATSThe only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
JOHN KEATSEven bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
JOHN KEATSAll writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATSLove is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATSWe read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATSDon’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
JOHN KEATSI love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
JOHN KEATSNothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
JOHN KEATSA hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATSSouls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
JOHN KEATSOne of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
JOHN KEATSWith a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
JOHN KEATSMy love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATSI almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
JOHN KEATSParting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
JOHN KEATS