I am certain of nothing but the Holiness of the Heart's affections and the Truth of the Imagination.
John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Source: Letter to Benjamin Bailey (22 November 1817)
Contributed by: Zaady
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 16.
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
Source: Hyperion. Book i.
As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27.
The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 4.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'-that is all Ye know on earth, and all Ye need to know.
Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn
We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."
Source: Voltaire. Foreign Review, 1829.
Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time.
Source: Sir Walter Scott. London and Westminster Review, 1838.
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.
Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn.
Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
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