Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John KeatsCall the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.
John KeatsI am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heartโs affections and the truth of the Imagination โ What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth โ whether it existed before or not โ for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .
John KeatsO 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 KeatsThis living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.
John Keats