Explore Quotes by John Keats

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific, and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise, Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more_x000D__x000D_He could not help but kiss her and adore.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all_x000D__x000D_Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

A drainless shower_x000D__x000D_Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power;_x000D__x000D_'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave_x000D__x000D_Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot;_x000D__x000D_Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit,_x000D__x000D_Where long ago a giant battle was;_x000D__x000D_And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass_x000D__x000D_In every place where infant Orpheus slept._x000D__x000D_Feel we these things? - that moment have we stept_x000D__x000D_Into a sort of oneness, and our state_x000D__x000D_Is like a floating spirit's. But there are_x000D__x000D_Richer entanglements, enthralments far_x000D__x000D_More self-destroying, leading, by degrees,_x000D__x000D_To the chief intensity: the crown of these_x000D__x000D_Is made of love and friendship, and sits high_x000D__x000D_Upon the forehead of humanity.

And there shall be for thee all soft delight_x000D__x000D_That shadowy thought can win,_x000D__x000D_A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,_x000D__x000D_To let the warm Love in!

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,_x000D__x000D_Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,_x000D__x000D_Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed_x000D__x000D_Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head.

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree,_x000D__x000D_then it better not come at all.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

Time, that aged nurse,_x000D__x000D_Rocked me to patience.