I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATSI wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATSI will clamber through the clouds and exist.
JOHN KEATSPhilosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
JOHN KEATSBut the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATSWhat shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
JOHN KEATSEverything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATSThe creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
JOHN KEATSA 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 health, and quiet breathing.
JOHN KEATSIf poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATSLove is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATSHealth is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
JOHN KEATSAll writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATSThe open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
JOHN KEATSIf poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATSHere are sweet peas, on tiptoe 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.
JOHN KEATSIf something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
JOHN KEATS