John Keats Quotes

"Much have I traveled in the realms of gold,/ And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; / Round many western islands have I been / Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold."

"Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen."

"Health is my expected heaven."

"I have never yet been able to perceive how anything can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning - and yet it must be."

"O latest born and loveliest vision far / Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy."

"I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters."

"When I behold, upon the night's starred face, / Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance."

"For sure so fair a place was never seen; Of all that ever charmed romantic eye."

"I am fit for nothing but literature."

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

"But were there ever any / Writhed not at passed joy?"

"Love in a hut, with water and a crust, / Is - Love forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust."

"O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings"

"Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel --or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime."

"To Sorrow / I bade good-morrow, / And thought to leave her far away behind; / But cheerly, cheerly, / She loves me dearly; / She is so constant to me, and so kind."

"O Sorrow, / Why dost borrow / Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?"

"Where but to think is to be full of sorrow and leaden eyed despairs"

"Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards, / And seal the hushèd Casket of my Soul."

"Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that --one is sure to get into some mess before evening."

"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?"