How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them. John Keats writingmorningbeautiful Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream. John Keats realdreamlong The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks. John Keats poppiesstalkingdew The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself - In Endymion, I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable sdvice. John Keats seasillymen Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget. John Keats fadesfar-awayforget 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. John Keats pridewisdomwise I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel. John Keats speakselffeels Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not John Keats imaginationbeautyart Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! John Keats kissingsongsweet I will clamber through the clouds and exist. John Keats clouds Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. John Keats agonywinenames It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all. John Keats oughttree A thing of beauty is a joy forever. John Keats naturebeautyhappiness Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? John Keats wisdomdepressionlife Give me women, wine and snuff John Keats winemaygiving The poetry of the earth is never dead. John Keats natureinspirationallife Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth. John Keats purplemouthssong Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds. John Keats marigoldsardentflower 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 health, and quiet breathing. John Keats beautylovelife I 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 Keats marriagesummerlove
