WIST Quotations

Keats, John -- “Endymion” Book 1, l. 1 (1818)

Dave — Wed, 25 Feb 2015 20:55:59 +0000

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“Endymion” Book 1, l. 1 (1818)
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Keats, John -- “Faery Songs,” I (1818)

Dave — Tue, 31 Dec 2013 17:23:32 +0000

Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“Faery Songs,” I (1818)

Keats, John -- “La Belle Dame sans Merci,” st. 1 (1819)

Dave — Fri, 22 Aug 2014 12:04:52 +0000

O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“La Belle Dame sans Merci,” st. 1 (1819)
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Keats, John -- “La Belle Dame sans Merci,” st. 10 (1819)

Dave — Fri, 29 Aug 2014 13:52:27 +0000

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried — “La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“La Belle Dame sans Merci,” st. 10 (1819)
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Keats, John -- “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” st. 5 (1819)

Dave — Fri, 05 Sep 2014 15:58:18 +0000

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“Ode on a Grecian Urn,” st. 5 (1819)
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Keats, John -- “Ode on a Grecian Urn” (1819)

Dave — Sun, 01 Feb 2004 16:00:00 +0000

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“Ode on a Grecian Urn” (1819)

Keats, John -- “The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream,” 1.1 (1856)

Dave — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 17:22:41 +0000

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave
A paradise for a sect.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
“The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream,” 1.1 (1856)

Keats, John -- Letter to Benjamin Baily (14 Aug 1819)

Dave — Tue, 13 May 2008 10:21:31 +0000

My friends should drink a dozen of Claret on my Tomb.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
Letter to Benjamin Baily (14 Aug 1819)

Keats, John -- Letter to Fanny Brawne (1820-03)

Dave — Mon, 01 Apr 2024 18:14:31 +0000

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
Letter to Fanny Brawne (1820-03)
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Keats, John -- Letter to Fanny Brawne (3 Jul 1819)

Dave — Mon, 01 Mar 2021 13:09:14 +0000

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
Letter to Fanny Brawne (3 Jul 1819)
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Keats, John -- Letter to Fanny Brawne (Mar 1820)

Dave — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 12:23:47 +0000

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
Letter to Fanny Brawne (Mar 1820)

Keats, John -- Letter to George and Georgina Keats (19 Mar 1819)

Dave — Sun, 01 Feb 2004 16:00:00 +0000

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced — even a proverb is no proverb to you till your life has illustrated it.

John Keats (1795-1821) English poet
Letter to George and Georgina Keats (19 Mar 1819)