Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATSThrough the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATSI want a brighter word than bright.
JOHN KEATSWherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
JOHN KEATSLet us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
JOHN KEATSEverything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATSDeath is Life’s high meed.
JOHN KEATSFanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATSFailure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
JOHN KEATSA thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATSYou are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATSThe feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATSHeard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATSIf something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
JOHN KEATSThe excellence of every Art is its intensity.
JOHN KEATSEvery fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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 KEATS