On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

Quote by John Keats

Topics: Winter Quotes

'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...

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...

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass...

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass...

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who...

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who...

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced; even a proverb is no proverb to...

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced; even a proverb is no proverb to...

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...

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is...

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is...

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy...

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy...

You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

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

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

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which...

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which...

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the...

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the...

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers

Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love...

Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love...

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing,...

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing,...

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does...

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does...

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who...

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who...