John Keats Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old John Keats quotes, John Keats sayings, and John Keats proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.'

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers. John Keats
Scenery is fine but human nature is finer. John Keats
Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid. John Keats
Even bees, the little alsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. John Keats
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers. John Keats
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. John Keats
The air is all softness. John Keats
Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favors us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink. John Keats
Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. John Keats
Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise – Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve... John Keats
I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art! John Keats
A virgin purest lipp’d, yet in the lore / Of love deep learned to the red heart’s core. John Keats
Send me the words 'Good night' to put under my pillow. John Keats
Beauty is truth-- truth, beauty--that is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know. John Keats
He is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom--one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. John Keats
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; John Keats
What when a stoud unbending champion awes envy and malice to their native sty? John Keats
I am now so depressed I have not an Idea to put to paper — my hand feels like lead — and yet it is an unpleasant numbness it does not take away the pain of existence. John Keats
O that a week could be an age, and we / Felt parting and warm meeting every week, / Then one poor year a thousand years would be, / The flush of welcome ever on the cheek: / So could we live long life in little space, / So time itself would be annihilate, / So a day's journey in oblivious haze / To serve our joys would lengthen and dilate. / O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind! / To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant! / In little time a host of joys to bind, / And keep our souls in one eternal pant! / This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught / Me how to harbour such a happy thought. John Keats
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil. Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill your baskets high with fennel green, and balm, and golden pines. Savory latter mint and columbines. John Keats
What when a stoud unbending champion awes envy and malice to their native sty? John Keats
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry , for large white plumes are dancing in mine eye. John Keats
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. John Keats
There may not be one dimple on her hand; And freckles many; ah! a careless nurse, In haste to teach the little thing to walk, May have crumpt up a pair of Dian's legs, And warpt the ivory of a Juno's neck. John Keats
Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; / And mid-May's eldest child, / The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, / The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. John Keats
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been / Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, / Tasting of Flora and the country green. John Keats
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
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. John Keats
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. John Keats
Do not all charms fly / At the mere touch of cold philosophy? John Keats