Selection of poems by John Keats

Quotes from selected poems by John Keats

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On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

"Much have I travelled in the realms of gold"

"many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands"

"Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold"

"Oft to wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;"

"Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold"

"felt I like some watcher of the skies"

"new planet swims into his ken"

"stout Cortez when with eagle eyes"

"He stared at the Pacific...all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise"

"Silent, upon a peak in Darien." 

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La Belle Dame sans Merci

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,"

"palely  loitering?...And no birds sing"

"So haggard and so woe-begone?"

"The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest done."

"I see a lily on thy brow, with anguish moist and fever-drew...on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast widreth too"

"I met a lady...Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild"

"She looked at me as she did love And made sweet moan."

"nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery's song"

"honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said 'I love thee true'."

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La Belle Dame sans Merci

"there she wept and sighed full sore...I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four."

"she lulléd me asleep And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! latest dream...On the cold hill side"

"pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale, were they all"

"They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!' " 

"starved lips in the gloam, horrid warning gapéd wide"

"And that is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering"

"And no birds sing"

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Ode to a Nightingale

"My heart aches...drowsy numbness pains"

"my sense, as though I had drunk Or emptied some dull opiate"

" 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot But being too happy in thine happiness"

"light-wingéd Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot...Singest of summer in full-throated ease"

"O, for a draught of vintage! Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance and Provencal song"

"O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene"

"With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainéd mouth"

"and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim"

"Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget"

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Ode to a Nightingale

"The weariness, the fever, and the fret"

"Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs"

"youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies"

"Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow"

"Away! away! for I will fly to thee"

"on the viewless wings of Poesy, Not charioted by Bacchus"

"And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne"

"I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs"

"Wherewith the seasonable month endows"

"Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves"

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Ode to a Nightingale

"The coming musk-rose full of dewy wine"

"The murmorous haunt of flies on summer eves"

"Darkling I listen...I have been half in love with easeful Death"

"Called him soft names in many a muséd rhyme, Now more than ever seems it rich to die"

"cease upon the midnight with no pain....pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!"

"To thy high requiem become a sod"

"Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

"The voice I hear this passing night was hear In ancient days by emperor and clown:"

"Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn."

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Ode to a Nightingale

"Forlorn! the very word is like a bell"

"toll me back from thee to my sole self!" 

"Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well"

"Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades"

"'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades"

"Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music - Do I wake or sleep?" 

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Ode to a Grecian Urn

"still unravished bride of quietness"

"foster-child of silence and slow time"

"Sylvan historian...A flowery tale"

"In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?" 

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter;"

"Not to the sensual ear...Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave"

"Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss...She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss"

"For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair"

"Ah, happy, happy boughs! For ever piping songs for ever new;" 

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Ode to a Grecian Urn

"More happy love! more happy, happy love!" 

"For ever panting, and for ever young - All breathing human passion far above,"

"Who are these coming to the sacrifice?" Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,"

"Silken flanks with garlands dressed?"

"Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return."

"O Attic shape! Fair attitude!...Of marble men and maidens overwrought"

"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"

" 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' " 

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To Autumn

"Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun"

"Conspiring...load and bless With fruit the vines that round"

"To bend with apples and mossed cottage-trees"

"And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core"

"swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel;"

"later flowers for the bees"

"until they think warm days will never cease" 

"Summer has o'er brimmed their clammy shells"

"Thee sitting carelessly on a granary floor"

"Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind"

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To Autumn

"Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep"

"fume of poppies"

"like a gleaner...Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press"

"Thou watchest the last oozings hour by hours"

"Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, wheere are they?" 

"barréd clouds bloom the soft-dying day" 

"touch the stubble plains with rosy hue"

"wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft"

"full-grown lambs loud bleat...Hedge-crickets sing"

"The red-beast whistles from a garden-croft And gathering swallows twitter in the skies." 

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