John Keats quotes

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After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains
For a long dreary season, comes a day
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see--
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds
Along the pebbled shore of memory!
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in whic ...
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
Everything is spoilt by use:
Where's the cheek that doth not fade,
Ever let the Fancy roam!
Pleasure never is at home:
For as in theatres of crowded men
Hubbub increases more they call out "Hush!"
I am gone
Away from my own bosom:
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