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“There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.”

John Keats

Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (September 22, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

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

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 18
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.”

John Keats

Letter to his brother, (January 23, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“And other spirits there are standing apart
Upon the forehead of the age to come;
These, these will give the world another heart,
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings in a distant mart?
Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.”

John Keats

" Sonnet. Addressed to the Same http://www.bartleby.com/126/27.html" (Benjamin Robert Haydon) <br class="br">Poems (1817)

“I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful — a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.”

John Keats book La Belle Dame sans Merci

Stanza IV
La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819)

“The sweet converse of an innocent mind.”

John Keats

Sonnet, To Solitude; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“As though a tongueless nightingale should swell
Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 23
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“St. Agnes’ Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold.”

John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes

Stanza 1
Poems (1820), The Eve of St. Agnes

“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud.”

John Keats

Bk. I, l. 1
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)

“I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.”

John Keats

Letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (May 3, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream — he awoke and found it truth.”

John Keats

Letter to Benjamin Bailey (November 22, 1817)
Letters (1817–1820)

“I can scarcely bid you good-bye, even in a letter. I always made an awkward bow. God bless you!”

John Keats

Letter to Charles Armitage Brown (November 30, 1820)
Letters (1817–1820)

“None can usurp this height…
But those to whom the miseries of the world
Are misery, and will not let them rest.”

John Keats

"The Fall of Hyperion : A Dream" (1819), Canto I, l. 147

“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 a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thicksighted: thence proceeds mawkishness, and the thousand bitters which those men I speak of must necessarily taste in going over the following pages.”

John Keats Endymion

Preface
Endymion (1818)

“Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.”

John Keats

Bk. III, l. 113
Hyperion: A Fragment (1819)

“Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.”

John Keats

Letter to Benjamin Bailey (March 13, 1818)
Letters (1817–1820)

“Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?”

John Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn

Stanza 4
Poems (1820), Ode on a Grecian Urn

“In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity.”

John Keats

"In drear-nighted December' (1817), st. 1

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

John Keats

"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 47
Poems (1817)

“Why, you might read two sonnets, ere they reach
To where the hurrying freshnesses aye preach
A natural sermon o’er their pebbly beds;
Where swarms of minnows show their little heads,
Staying their wavy bodies ’gainst the streams,
To taste the luxury of sunny beams
Temper’d with coolness.”

John Keats

"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 72
Poems (1817)