Top 300 John Keats Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree’s summit.”

— John Keats

152. “Death is Life’s high meed.”

— John Keats

153. “The silver, snarling trumpets ’gan to chide.”

— John Keats

154. “The imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream-he awoke and found it truth.”

— John Keats

155. “The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.”

— John Keats

156. “She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around...”

— John Keats

157. “Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.”

— John Keats

158. “Give me women, wine and snuff Until I cry out ‘hold, enough!’ You may do so san objection Till the day of resurrection; For bless my beard then aye shall be My beloved Trinity.”

— John Keats

159. “Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.”

— John Keats

160. “His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;.”

— John Keats

161. “Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.”

— John Keats

162. “Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.”

— John Keats

163. “I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high likes them or not.”

— John Keats

164. “The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.”

— John Keats

165. “My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.”

— John Keats

166. “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.”

— John Keats

167. “You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore.”

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

169. “Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu.”

— John Keats

170. “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.”

— John Keats

171. “He ne’er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.”

— John Keats

172. “Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?”

— John Keats

173. “Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.”

— John Keats

174. “My dear girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve.”

— John Keats

175. “A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no identity he is continually informing and filling some other body.”

— John Keats

176. “All writing is a form of prayer.”

— John Keats

177. “It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores.”

— John Keats

178. “I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.”

— John Keats

179. “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”

— John Keats

180. “Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?”

— John Keats

181. “I feel confident I should have been a rebel Angel had the opportunity been mine.”

— John Keats

182. “Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?”

— John Keats

183. “Health is my expected heaven.”

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

185. “I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave – thank God for the quiet grave.”

— John Keats

186. “Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.”

— John Keats

187. “Knowing well that my life must be passed in fatigue and and trouble, I have been endeavouring to wean myself from you: for to myself alone what can be much of a misery? As far as they regard myself I can despise all events: but I cannot cease to love you.”

— John Keats

188. “Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!”

— John Keats

189. “I wish you could infuse a little confidence of human nature into my heart. I cannot muster any – the world is too brutal for me – I am glad there is such a thing as the grave – I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.”

— John Keats

190. “Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.”

— John Keats

191. “You see how I go on – like so many strokes of a hammer. I cannot help it – I am impell’d, driven to it.”

— John Keats

192. “The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.”

— John Keats

193. “Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.”

— John Keats

194. “The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies.”

— John Keats

195. “And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!”

— John Keats

196. “I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.”

— John Keats

197. “What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.”

— John Keats

198. “My creed is love and you are its only tenet.”

— John Keats

199. “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. Behold The clear religion of heaven!”

— John Keats

200. “I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.”

— John Keats