John Keats on Mother's Day
1795–1821 England
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6 quotes
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
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.
Endymion (1818)
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is — Love, forgive us! — cinders, ashes, dust.
Poems (1820)
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!
Poems (1820)
'Tis the pest
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
Endymion (1818)
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819)