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“Time, that aged nurse,
Rocked me to patience.”

Bk. I, l. 705
Endymion (1818)

“The music, yearning like a God in pain.”

Stanza 7
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine —
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade.”

John Keats Lamia

"Lamia", Pt. II, l. 229
Poems (1820)

“The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.”

John Keats

Bk. II
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)

“And such too is 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.”

John Keats Endymion

Bk. I, l. 20
Endymion (1818)

“The poetical character… is not itself — it has no self — it is every thing and nothing — It has no character — it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it fair or foul, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated. — It has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen. What shocks the virtuous philospher, delights the camelion poet.”

John Keats Letter to Richard Woodhouse

Letter to Richard Woodhouse (October 27, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"”

John Keats book La Belle Dame sans Merci

Stanza X
La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819)

“I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.”

John Keats

Letter to George and Georgiana Keats (October 14, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“I begin to get a little acquainted with my own strength and weakness. Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.”

John Keats

Letter to James Hessey (October 9, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind
Along the reedy stream; a half-heard strain,
Full of sweet desolation—balmy pain.”

John Keats

I stood tip-toe upon a little Hill; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 5
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale

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

John Keats

" Sonnet. To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent http://www.bartleby.com/126/23.html" <br class="br">Poems (1817)

“For cruel ’tis,” said she,
“To steal my Basil-pot away from me.”

John Keats

"Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil", st. 62
Poems (1820)

“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 5
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale

“She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips.
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.”

John Keats Ode on Melancholy

"Ode on Melancholy", st. 3
Poems (1820)

“That large utterance of the early gods!”

John Keats

Bk. I
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)

“This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm'd — see here it is —
I hold it towards you.”

John Keats

"This living hand" (1819)

“And they are gone: ay, ages long ago
These lovers fled away into the storm.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 42
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade.”

John Keats Ode on Melancholy

"Ode on Melancholy", st. 1
Poems (1820)

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

John Keats Endymion

Bk. I, l. 11
Endymion (1818)