There is a budding morrow in midnight. John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats Who, of men, can tell John Keats flowersweetscience A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative. John Keats eyemenlife 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 luxuryliteraturetwo Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest. John Keats weedseadream We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration. John Keats regretreligioushope My chest of books divide amongst my friends. John Keats dividesmy-friendsbook You are always new to me. John Keats relationship If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true. John Keats ifsbeautiful To stay youthful, stay useful. John Keats The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate. John Keats excellenceliteratureart My creed is love and you are its only tenet. John Keats cheesyloveromantic Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect. John Keats endeavorconversationknowledge This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water." John Keats namesheartlying And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes. John Keats eye You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. John Keats dissolvingforgetfulmoments When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings. John Keats soulwingsmoving I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth. John Keats wishlifemean A moment's thought is passion's passing knell. John Keats passingpassionmoments How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self. John Keats sorrowselfbeautiful Stop and consider! life is but a day John Keats life-is
