111 "John Keats" Quotes And Sayings

John Keats was a British poet, a member of the London-based "cult of form", and one of the key figures in the transition from Romanticism to Victorian Romanticism. He is best known today for his long and creatively varied career as a poet, his association with fellow poets Percy Bysshe Shelley and Leigh Hunt, and for his friendship with the Irish writer and critic George Gordon, Lord Byron. His work has proven highly influential, and he remains one of the most celebrated and widely read English poets.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three...
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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. John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the...
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination. John Keats
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I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religionand I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. John Keats
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains...
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Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? John Keats
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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced — even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it John Keats
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by...
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The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were. John Keats
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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. John Keats
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Here lies one whose name was writ on water. John Keats
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter John Keats
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are...
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For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses. John Keats
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty, –that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty John Keats
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There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in the rubbish. John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever. John Keats
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If I am destined to be happy with you here–how short is the longest Life–I wish to believe in immortality– I wish to live with you for ever. John Keats
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds...
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Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. BeholdThe clear religion of heaven! John Keats
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When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head. John Keats
Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves...
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Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. John Keats
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Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd 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! John Keats
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have...
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Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death... John Keats