John Keats

You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

The sweet converse of an innocent mind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.

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 ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

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

Son of the old moon mountains African Stream of the pyramid and crocodile We call thee fruitful and that very while a desert fills our seeings inward span.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.

Death is life's high meed.

Two souls share a single thought as both hearts beat as one.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever Its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.

The air is all softness.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

In a drear nighted December Too happy happy brook Thy bubblings neer remember Apollos summer look But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting Never never petting About the frozen time.

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.

Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

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.

Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

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.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever Its loveliness increases it will never Pass into nothingness but still will keep A bower quiet for us and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

Dont 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.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

The day is gone and all its sweets are gone

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

Dont 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.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,- that is all. Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Even bees the little alsmen of spring bowers know there is richest juice in poison flowers.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

A drainless shower of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

Scenery is fine but human nature is finer.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.