John Keats Quotes

Her wine was dew o' the wild white rose Her book a churchyard tomb.
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. Old Meg she was a Gipsy (l. 7-8). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, Opening lines, Poems (1817).
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Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific—and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. On First Looking into Chapman's Homer (l. 9-14). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream, But when I am consumed in the fire, Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. On Sitting Down to Read "King Lear" Once Again (l. 11-14). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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The poetry of earth is never dead:
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. On the Grasshopper and Cricket (l. 1). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores,
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. On the Sea (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it.
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. Sharing Eve's Apple, st. 2.
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I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving;
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. Song: I Had a Dove and the Sweet Dove Died (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing,
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. The Eve of St. Agnes (l. 155). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide:
John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. The Eve of St. Agnes (l. 31). . . The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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