John Keats
John Keats
John Keatswas an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work having been in publication for only four years before his death...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 October 1795
failure discovery success-and-failure
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
dream paradise sects
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
happiness sweet wine
Wine is only sweet to happy men.
knowledge conversation endeavor
Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.
cheesy-love cheesy creeds
My creed is love and you are its only tenet.
silence littles noise
A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
summer dream spring
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
ego one-you-love loses
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
song simple romance
O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!
heart awful immortality
There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.
beautiful ifs
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
writing comfort clean
All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.
happiness tree branches
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
beautiful morning writing
I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.