1795-1821, British Poet
Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel –or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.
John Keats – [Solitude]
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be the truth.
John Keats – [Truth]
When I have fears that I may cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain.
John Keats – [Death and Dying]
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 – [Fame]
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory!
John Keats – [Sea]
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