John Keats Quotes
1795–1821 England
John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement.
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Also known as: Keats, Keats, John
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Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
Time, that aged nurse,
Rocked me to patience.
To that large utterance of the early gods!
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is — Love, forgive us! — cinders, ashes, dust.
And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
To one who has been long in city pent,
’Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven.
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd "La belle dame sans mercy."
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.
And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,
In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd.
Where soil is, men grow,
Whether to weeds or flowers.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Keats (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.