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Quotes from Endymion — John Keats

1795–1821 England

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There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Endymion (1818)

Time, that aged nurse,
Rocked me to patience.

Endymion (1818)

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.

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Where soil is, men grow,
Whether to weeds or flowers.

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Mounted on panthers’ furs and lions’ manes,
From rear to van they scour about the plains.

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The moon put forth a little diamond peak
No bigger than an unobserved star,
Or tiny point of fairy cimetar.

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O 'tis a very sin
For one so weak to venture his poor verse
In such a place as this.

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He ne'er is crowned with immortality
Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

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'Tis the pest
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

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He ne'er is crown'd
With immortality, who fears to follow
Where airy voices lead.

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In spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.

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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain
Clings cruelly to us.

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My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

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No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

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O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

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Feel we these things? — that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness, and our state
Is like a floating spirit's.

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So many, and so many, and such glee.

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The grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

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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:
I would deceive her
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.

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The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thicksighted: thence proceeds mawkishness, and the thousand bitters which those men I speak of must necessarily taste in going over the following pages.

Endymion (1818)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Keats (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.