O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delvid earth...

Quote by John Keats

Topics: Age Quotes

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.

I wish to beleave in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

I wish to beleave in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe...

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe...

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all ye know on earth, and all...

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all ye know on earth, and all...

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates...

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates...

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his...

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his...

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and...

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and...

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty...

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty...

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty...

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty...

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! -...

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! -...

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of...

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of...

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He...

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He...

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

. . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts...

. . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts...

As I give thought to the matter, I find four causes for the apparent misery...

As I give thought to the matter, I find four causes for the apparent misery...

One should never make one's debut in a scandal. One should reserve that to give...

One should never make one's debut in a scandal. One should reserve that to give...