John Keats

1795 - 1821

A Quote by John Keats on aphorisms, meaning, ridicule, and truth

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."

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Voltaire. Foreign Review, 1829.

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A Quote by John Keats on eternity, silence, speech, and time

Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Sir Walter Scott. London and Westminster Review, 1838.

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A Quote by John Keats on children, silence, and time

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn.

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A Quote by John Keats on eternity, silence, and thought

Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn.

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A Quote by John Keats on birds, magic, mind, and sleep

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Endymion

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A Quote by John Keats

So many, and so many, and such glee.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Endymion. Book iv.

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A Quote by John Keats on good, kindness, love, sorrow, and thought

To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Endymion. Book iv.

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A Quote by John Keats on eternity, silence, speech, and time

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 (1795 - 1821)

Source: Sartor Resartus. Book iii. Chap. iii.

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A Quote by John Keats

He from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother thank the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Mama and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

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A Quote by John Keats on angels, heaven, and philosophy

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Source: Lamia. Part ii.

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