John Keats Quotes

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.

My spirit is too weak — mortalityLike a sick Eagle looking at the sky.

In drear-nighted December,Their green felicity.

But were there ever anyWas never said in rhyme.

It keeps eternal whisperings aroundOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.

Shed no tear! O shed no tear!Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

This living hand, now warm and capableI hold it towards you.