John Keats Quotes

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O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

John Keats (Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 1817)

The poetry of earth is never dead.

John Keats (On the Grasshopper and Cricket)

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats (Letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1820)

Here lies one whose name was writ in watter.

John Keats (Epitath by himself written on his tombstone in Rome)

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

John Keats

I am gone, away from my own bosom.

John Keats (Hyperion, 1819)

On the shores of darkness there is light.

John Keats

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

John Keats (Hyperion - Book II, 1819)

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

John Keats (Endymion - Preface, 1818)

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

John Keats (Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 1817)

If Poetry comes not as naturally as Leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

John Keats (Letter to John Taylor, 1818)

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

John Keats (Ode on a Grecian Urn)

Love is my religion,
I could die for that.

John Keats (Letter to Fanny Brawne, 1819)

Ever let the Fancy roam!
Pleasure never is at home.

John Keats (Fancy)

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain
Clings cruelly to us.

John Keats (Endymion - Book I, 1818)

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds
Along the pebbled shore of memory!

John Keats (Endymion - Book II, 1818)

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

John Keats (Ode to a Nightingale)

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death.

John Keats (Ode to a Nightingale)

Music’s golden tongue
Flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor.

John Keats (The Eve of St. Agnes)

Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man.

John Keats (The Human Seasons)

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.

John Keats (Hyperion, 1819)

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.

John Keats (Ode to a Nightingale)

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory and very few eyes can see the mystery of life.

John Keats (Letter to George & Georgiana Keats, 1819)

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

John Keats (Letter to George & Georgiana Keats, 1819)

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

John Keats (Letter to George & Georgiana Keats, 1819)

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

John Keats (Letter to Fanny Brawne, 1820)

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced, even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it.

John Keats (Letter to George & Georgiana Keats, 1819)

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.

John Keats (Letter to Charles Brown, 1820)

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.

John Keats (Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds, 1818)

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.

John Keats (Letter to James Hessey, 1818)

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John Keats Biography

Born: October 31, 1795
Died: February 21, 1821

John Keats was an English poet. He was one of the great poets of the Romantic movement. Although his poetry wasn't so well received during his time, he later got alot of recognition and appraisal.

Notable Works

Sleep and Poetry (1816)

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Love is my religion.. Quote by John Keats
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