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“Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold.”

Quote by John Keats

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John Keats, a British Romantic poet, was born on October 31, 1795, and died on February 23, 1821. Known for his profound depictions of nature, love, and death, Keats' poetry is characterized by its fresh style and sincere emotion, exerting a profound influence on poets of later generations. more

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“Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines Savory latter-mint, and columbines.”

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Book:The Complete Works of John Keats

Source: The Complete Works of John Keats

“A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no identity he is continually informing and filling some other body.”

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Book:The Works of John Keats: With an Introduction and Bibliography

Source: The Works of John Keats: With an Introduction and Bibliography

“I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.”

Littles Stills Lost Air Sweet Pride Caught Hills Stem Modest Toes Curves Bud Sobbing Cooling Tapering Goldfinches

Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard

Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard

“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.”

Darkness Feet Sweet Flower Incense

Author:John Keats

“Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.”

White Sweet All Things Wings Fingers Tiny Rings Flight Gentle Delicate Catching Peas Tiptoes Sweet Peas

Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard

Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard

“Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.”

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“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!”

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