Quote

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

John Keats

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Whose
Name
Writ
Names
Gravestone
Lying
Deathbed
Water
Epitaph
War
Tombstone
Death
Suicide
Lies

More quotes by John Keats

Image
To stay youthful, stay useful.
John Keats
Image
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
John Keats
Image
No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.
John Keats
Image
A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.
John Keats
Image
She press'd his hand in slumber so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
John Keats
Image
All writing is a form of prayer.
John Keats
Image
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
John Keats
Image
A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
John Keats
Image
That which is creative must create itself.
John Keats
Image
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
John Keats
Image
A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.
John Keats
Image
I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.
John Keats
Image
Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.
John Keats
Image
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
John Keats
Image
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
John Keats
Image
The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
John Keats
Image
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.
John Keats
Image
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
John Keats
Image
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
John Keats
Image
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
John Keats