When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain". John Keats More Quotes by John Keats More Quotes From John Keats I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing at random straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness without knowing the bearing of any one assertion, of any one opinion. Yet may I not in this be free from sin? John Keats writinganimalthinking O aching time! O moments big as years! John Keats momentstimeyears A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility. John Keats metaphysicalpoetlove When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance. John Keats nighthandsthinking But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. John Keats gratefulkissingwind 'Tis the witching hour of night, John Keats starseyescience one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another John Keats mysteriousspeculationmind I find I cannot exist without Poetry John Keats He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead. John Keats immortal-soulvoicefear The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He himself never knows it, much less do others. John Keats bearsmenlife I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world. John Keats nextwritingworld There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it. John Keats blushingembarrassmentdone Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad. John Keats maddancingtogether I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever. John Keats wishforeverbelieve Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings Pausing upon their yellow flutterings. John Keats spaceyellowwings A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the sails, and imagination the rudder. John Keats starsimaginationlong Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite. John Keats starsnightart Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; John Keats winesummerchildren When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. John Keats nightbookthinking Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. John Keats alertnesscountenanceambition