Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.

Quote by John Keats

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There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

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.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among...

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among...

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered...

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered...

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

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...

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

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

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

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

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour...

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour...

Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for...

Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for...

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...

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...

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

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...

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.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms...

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms...

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...

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer...

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer...

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.