Top 300 John Keats Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “You are always new to me.”

— John Keats

152. “My friends should drink a dozen of Claret on my Tomb.”

— John Keats

153. “Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.”

— John Keats

154. “I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.”

— John Keats

155. “Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.”

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

157. “Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.”

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

165. “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

166. “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

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

171. “So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours.”

— John Keats

172. “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

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

176. “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

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

179. “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

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

— John Keats

181. “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

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

— John Keats

183. “There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.”

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

185. “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

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

— John Keats

187. “Health is my expected heaven.”

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

190. “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

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

194. “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

195. “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

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats

198. “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

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

— John Keats

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

— John Keats