Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making. John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving. John Keats grieving sweet hands So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self. John Keats mistress rainbow self O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May? John Keats sorrow heart may Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies. John Keats dry eye ease And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. John Keats moss shade may I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days. John Keats voice shapes two Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid. John Keats experience errors form My friends should drink a dozen of Claret on my Tomb. John Keats dozen drink friendship He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle, / And he's awake who thinks himself asleep. John Keats awake indolence thinking The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies. John Keats garden listening sky The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. John Keats literature feelings enemy In the long vista of the years to roll,\\ Let me not see my country's honor fade;\\ Oh! let me see our land retain its soul!\\ Her pride in Freedom, and not Freedom's shade. John Keats perseverance freedom country My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky. John Keats eagles sleep death I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first. John Keats growing thank-god death Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? John Keats arms thee knights All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells. John Keats sea lakes rivers Time, that aged nurse, John Keats nurse time Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime. John Keats morning beautiful happiness I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity. John Keats i-hate popularity hate My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness - if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor - but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. John Keats passion pain love
