Touch has a memory. O say, love say, John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more John Keats romantic-lovekissinghands Souls of poets dead and gone, John Keats mermaidwinesoul Death is Life's high meed. John Keats death 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 angelairphilosophy --then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. John Keats i-love-youworldthinking Health is my expected heaven. John Keats expectedhealthheaven When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose. John Keats flowermorningfall 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 poetrysoulwriting Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu John Keats biddingjoyhands The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! John Keats gonesweet it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason. John Keats doubtmenmean O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts! John Keats climbinginspirationallife I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. John Keats loveromanticmen To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. John Keats natureprayersweet On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence. John Keats frostsilencewinter When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. John Keats this-generationagemen All writing is a form of prayer. John Keats formprayerwriting Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. John Keats discouragedpositive-experiencesfailure Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom! John Keats originalitymindthinking There is a budding tomorrow in midnight. John Keats tomorrowmidnight
