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John Keats Quotes and Quotations
Beauty is truth - truth, beauty - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth. A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. 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 ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain. Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts. A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it. There is a budding morrow in midnight. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, the gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow. A drainless shower of light is poesy; 'tis the supreme of power; 'tis might half slumb'ring on its own right arm. I have met with women who I really think would like to be married to a poem, and to be given away by a novel. Failure ... is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and very fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid. I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I could die for you. A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Beauty is truth, truth beauty. I wish to believe in immortality - I wish to live with you forever. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust. Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! 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. There is a budding tomorrow in midnight. |