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Quotes from John Keats

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
~ John Keats
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
~ John Keats
The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He himself never knows it, much less do others.
~ John Keats
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
~ John Keats
Wine is only sweet to happy men.
~ John Keats
Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
~ John Keats
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
~ John Keats
It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
~ John Keats
When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.
~ John Keats
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
~ John Keats
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
~ John Keats
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
~ John Keats
Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer
~ John Keats
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.
~ John Keats
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
~ John Keats
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
~ John Keats
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line Empty the haunted air the gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow.
~ John Keats
Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.
~ John Keats
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
~ John Keats
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
~ John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
~ John Keats
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
~ John Keats
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
~ John Keats
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
~ John Keats