Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.— John Keats
The most revolutionary John Keats quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
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.
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.
You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore.
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses
We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
I have so much of you in my heart.
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight;
With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright.
And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.