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John Keats
“You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.”
John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

John Keats
“I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.”
John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

John Keats
“X.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

XI.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

XII.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.”
John Keats

John Keats
“I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.”
John Keats

John Keats
“Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
---"On death”
John Keats, Complete Poems and Selected Letters

John Keats
“Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.”
John Keats

John Keats
“When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love - but if you should deny me the thousand and first - 'twould put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.”
John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“And in a mad trance
Strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings
We decay
Like corpses in a charnel
Fear & Grief
Convulse is & consume us
Day by day
And cold hopes swarm
Like worms within
Our living clay”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“The splendors of the firmament of time
May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;
Like stars to their appointed height they climb
And death is a low mist which cannot blot
The brightness it may veil.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Major Works

Kate Atkinson
“She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay the ferryman. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold. The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Full fathom five thy father lies. Little lamb, who made thee? Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie. On that best portion of a good man's life, his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love. Farther and farther, all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

The air rippled and shimmered. Time narrowed to a pinpoint. It was about to happen. Because the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins

John Keats
“I sit, and moan,
Like one who once had wings.”
John Keats

John Keats
“For so delicious were the words she sung,it seem'd he had loved them a whole summer long.”
John Keats, Lamia

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.

- Adonais
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Reading does not occupy me enough: the only relief I find springs from the composition of poetry, which necessitates contemplations that lift me above the stormy mist of sensations which are my habitual place of abode. I have lately been composing a poem on Keats; it is better than anything I have yet written and worthy both of him and of me.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

John Keats
“Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne”
John Keats, Shelley, Keats e Byron: I ragazzi che amavano il vento

Kate Morton
“She was no longer the shy girl her schoolmates had teased or ignored; conversation came naturally, he laughed easily, they ranked their five favorite Keats poems, agreeing to tie "Bright Star" and "To Autumn" for the top spot. Flowers rained down as the light breeze set them free, surrounding them in a purple haze. "La Belle Dame," he said softly, reaching to take a bloom from her hair. His expression was serious, his keen eyes studying hers. "Full beautiful---a faery's child. Have mercy on me." Polly felt something turn deep inside her, like a key in a lock, and knew that there was no way back from here.”
Kate Morton, Homecoming

John Keats
“Fino a che una cosa non ci ammala, non la capiamo.”
John Keats

John Keats
“Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill
Of trumpets—Lycius started—the sounds fled,
But left a thought, a buzzing in his head.
For the first time, since first he harbour'd in
That purple-lined palace of sweet sin,
His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn
Into the noisy world almost forsworn.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of something more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.”
John Keats, Lamia

John Keats
“Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust.
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.”
John Keats, Lamia

John Keats
“As men talk in a dream, so Corinth all,
Throughout her palaces imperial,
And all her populous streets and temples lewd,
Mutter'd, like tempest in the distance brew'd,
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.”
John Keats, Lamia

Christina Rossetti
“On Keats
A garden in a garden: a green spot
Where all is green: most fitting slumber-place
For the strong man grown weary of a race
Soon over. Unto him a goodly lot
Hath fallen in fertile ground; there thorns are not,
But his own daisies: silence, full of grace,
Surely hath shed a quiet on his face:
His earth is but sweet leaves that fall and rot.
What was his record of himself, ere he
Went from us ? Here lies one whose name was writ
In water: while the chilly shadows flit
Of sweet Saint Agnes' Eve; while basil springs,
His name, in every humble heart that sings,
Shall be a fountain of love, verily.”
Christina Rossetti

John Keats
“Be more of an artist, and “load every rift” of your subject with ore.”
John Keats

Cheryl Seely Savage
“Adoration is what I wanted
But I received love, instead

We clamor for Byron and Keats
yet Austen taught us Knightley and Darcy
Words mean nothing if not followed by
Action
And this is why she gave us Brandon...”
Cheryl Seely Savage, Carve a Place for Me

Fleur Jaeggy
“Sometimes he had the look in his eyes of a Delphic priestess on the hunt for visions.”
Fleur Jaeggy

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