Quote

O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

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
Lightness
Borrow
Sorrow
May
Heart
Merriment
Dost

More quotes by John Keats

Image
You are always new to me.
John Keats
Image
Let us away, my love, with happy speed There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
John Keats
Image
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
John Keats
Image
Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green there is a budding morrow in midnight there is triple sight in blindness keen.
John Keats
Image
Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.
John Keats
Image
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
John Keats
Image
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
John Keats
Image
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- Speech is silvern, Silence is golden or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
John Keats
Image
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
John Keats
Image
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.
John Keats
Image
O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.
John Keats
Image
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
John Keats
Image
Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.
John Keats
Image
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
John Keats
Image
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
John Keats
Image
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.
John Keats
Image
Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
John Keats
Image
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
John Keats
Image
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
John Keats
Image
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
John Keats