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Quotes from Poems — John Keats

1795–1821 England

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57 quotes

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Poems (1820)

Open afresh your round of starry folds,
Ye ardent marigolds!

Poems (1817)

The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

Poems (1820)

A drainless shower
Of light is poesy; ’tis the supreme of power;
’Tis might half slumb’ring on its own right arm.

Poems (1817)

Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.

Poems (1820)

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?

Poems (1820)

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

Poems (1820)

And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.

Poems (1820)

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Poems (1820)

Much have I travell'd 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.

Poems (1817)

To one who has been long in city pent,
’Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven.

Poems (1817)

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd "La belle dame sans mercy."

Poems (1820)

E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.

Poems (1817)

And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,
In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd.

Poems (1820)

And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Poems (1820)

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

Poems (1820)

She sighed for Agnes’ dreams, the sweetest of the year.

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)

As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.

Poems (1820)

A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing.

Poems (1820)

Attribution

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