What wreath for Lamia? What for Lycius?
What for the sage, old Apollonius?
Upon her aching forehead be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples. Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -
Unweave a rainbow
, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.


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Not in lone s...
JOHN KEATS
When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank l...
JOHN KEATS
No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures
Than I began to think of rhymes and measures:
JOHN KEATS
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATS
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATS
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs
for their religion--
I have shuddered at...
JOHN KEATS
Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye.
JOHN KEATS
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
JOHN KEATS
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for ...
JOHN KEATS
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases;
It will never
Pass into...
JOHN KEATS
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all
JOHN KEATS
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
JOHN KEATS
A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness
JOHN KEATS
Leaving great verse unto a little clan.
JOHN KEATS
Souls of poets dead and gone, / What Elysium have ye known, / Happy field or mossy cavern, / Choicer...
JOHN KEATS
Away with old Romance! Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts; Away with love-verses, s...
JOHN KEATS
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf; He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself. O...
JOHN KEATS
I wish I could say Tom was any better. His identity presses upon me so all day that I am obliged to ...
JOHN KEATS
A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity - he is continual...
JOHN KEATS
Their smiles, / Wan as primroses gathered at midnight / By chilly-fingered Spring.
JOHN KEATS
Where's the cheek that doth not fade, / Too much gazed at?
JOHN KEATS
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;/ And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
JOHN KEATS
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill.
JOHN KEATS
Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu
JOHN KEATS
I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high li...
JOHN KEATS
Where's the face / One would meet in every place? / Where's the voice, however soft, / One would hea...
JOHN KEATS
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, / Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs.
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Pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it
JOHN KEATS
Once upon a time, the American met the Automobile and fell in love. Unfortunately, this led him into...
JOHN KEATS
On a half-reapèd furrow sound asleep, / Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook / Spares t...
JOHN KEATS
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
JOHN KEATS
I see a lilly on thy brow, / With anguish moist and fever dew; / And on thy cheek a fading rose / Fa...
JOHN KEATS
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
JOHN KEATS
Hard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain / Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATS
Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the high...
JOHN KEATS
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes / With kisses four.
JOHN KEATS
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a ...
JOHN KEATS
O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!
JOHN KEATS
When I behold, upon the night's starred face, / Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance.
JOHN KEATS
I am certain of nothing but the Holiness of the Heart's affections and the Truth of the Imagination
JOHN KEATS
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lo...
JOHN KEATS
Mortality / Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep.
JOHN KEATS
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,/ Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart / Only to meet agai...
JOHN KEATS
Point me out the way / To any one particular beauteous star.
JOHN KEATS
Now a soft kiss -- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss
JOHN KEATS
St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! / The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; / The hare lim...
JOHN KEATS
Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, / In some melodious plot / of beechen green, and shadows numb...
JOHN KEATS
I have good reason to be content,
for thank God I can read and
perhaps understand Shakespe...
JOHN KEATS
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I...
JOHN KEATS
Fairy Song
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep n...
JOHN KEATS
But when the melancholy fit shall fall / Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, / That fosters the...
JOHN KEATS