Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. John Keats independencewingslove The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness. John Keats ambitioncharacterlife Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men. John Keats timemenyears I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen. John Keats venustonightstars The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness. John Keats starshappinesschildren O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens. John Keats eveningsongwar Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers. John Keats ripeningpurposeintellectual ... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art! John Keats starsbeautifulart It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale. John Keats singingsummersky Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. John Keats seahomeheart Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too. John Keats springsongthinking ... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it. John Keats airseasky What is more gentle than a wind is summer? John Keats naturesummerwind Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably John Keats flowereyewar How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, so gently that you do not feel his step. John Keats queenswinelying Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity. John Keats teasesilenteternity Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee. John Keats southerneyehome Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself. John Keats feverdreamart Wine is only sweet to happy men. John Keats winesweethappiness You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour. John Keats achehoursdies
