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John Keats Quotes
«Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?»
«O for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts!»
Author: John Keats
(Poet)
«You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore.»
«O latest born and loveliest vision far / Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.»
Author: John Keats
(Poet)
| Keywords:
faded, hierarchies, hierarchy, hierarchy of, latest, loveliest, Olympus
«To set budding more, / And still more, later flowers for the bees, / Until they think warm days will never cease, / For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.»
«Thy plaintive anthem fades / Past the near meadows, over the still stream, / Up the hill-side; and now '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?»
«A drainless shower / Of light is poesy; 'tis the supreme power; / 'Tis might half slumbering on his own right arm.»
Author: John Keats
(Poet)
| Keywords:
on his own, own right, poesy, shower, slumbering, Supreme Power
«It is a flaw / In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - / It forces us in summer skies to mourn, / It spoils the singing of the nightingale.»
«Oh what can ail thee, wretched wight, / Alone and palely loitering; / The sedge is withered from the lake, / And no birds sing.»
