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“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.”

John Keats book La Belle Dame sans Merci

Stanza V
La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819)

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

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 33
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel”

Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (August 24, 1819)
Letters (1817–1820)

“O for ten years, that I may overwhelm
Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed
That my own soul has to itself decreed.”

John Keats Sleep and Poetry

"Sleep and Poetry", st. 6
Poems (1817)

“Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,
Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart
Made purple riot.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 16
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women - at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair woman a pure Goddess; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not.”

Letter to Benjamin Bailey (July 18, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“Many have original minds who do not think it — they are led away by custom — Now it appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own citadel.”

Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (February 19, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems,
Had not yet lost those starry diadems
Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.”

" I Stood Tiptoe http://www.bartleby.com/126/2.html", l. 1 <br class="br">Poems (1817)

“Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

John Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn

Stanza 5. The final lines of this poem have been rendered in various ways in different editions, some placing the entire last two lines within quotation marks, others only the statement "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," and others without any quotation marks. The poet's final intentions upon the matter before his death are unclear.
Poems (1820), Ode on a Grecian Urn

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

John Keats Endymion

Bk. I, l. 906
Endymion (1818)

“Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;
Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 26
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

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

"Fancy", l. 1
Poems (1820)

“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.”

John Keats Endymion

Bk. I, l. 854
Endymion (1818)

“Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks
Our ready minds to fellowship divine,
A fellowship with essence; till we shine,
Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold
The clear religion of heaven!”

John Keats Endymion

Bk. I, l. 777
Endymion (1818)

“But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.”

John Keats Ode on Melancholy

"Ode on Melancholy", st. 2
Poems (1820)

“Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop
From low hung branches; little space they stop;
But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek;
Then off at once, as in a wanton freak:
Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings
Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.”

"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 87
Poems (1817)

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

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 30
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“So let me be thy choir, and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours”

John Keats Ode to Psyche

"Ode to Psyche", st. 3
Poems (1820)

“And then there crept
A little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.”

"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 10
Poems (1817)

“My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, —
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 1
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale