John Keats Quotes About Art

Quotes about: Art

• Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

  John Keats

  Life, Depression, Wisdom

  John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.824, Delphi Classics

• Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

  John Keats

  Art, Stars, Night

  'Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art' (1819)

• Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

  John Keats

  Beauty, Art, Imagination

  Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 22 Nov. 1817

• Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

  John Keats

  Art, Time, Pain

  Ode to Nightingale St. 6 (1820)

• The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

  John Keats

  Art, Excellence, Intensity

  Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 21 December 1817, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 192

• Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.

  John Keats

  Sweet, Art, Stars

  'Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art' (1819)

• The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

  John Keats

  Art, Excellence, Intensity

  Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 21 December 1817, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 192

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

  John Keats

  Art, Excellence, Literature

  Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 21 December 1817, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 192

• Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

  John Keats

  Dream, Art, Fever

  John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.365, Harvard University Press

• And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

  John Keats

  Art, Flower, Bed

  John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.172

• I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

  John Keats

  Beautiful, Art, Sky

  John Keats (2015). “The Complete Poetry of John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn + Ode to a Nightingale + Hyperion + Endymion + The Eve of St. Agnes + Isabella + Ode to Psyche + Lamia + Sonnets and more from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.546, e-artnow

• ... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

  John Keats

  Beautiful, Art, Stars

  John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.66, Рипол Классик

• For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, ‘Thou art no Poet may’st not tell thy dreams?’ Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos’d to rehearse Be poet’s or fanatic’s will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.

  John Keats

  Mother, Dream, Art

  John Keats (2015). “The Complete Poetry of John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn + Ode to a Nightingale + Hyperion + Endymion + The Eve of St. Agnes + Isabella + Ode to Psyche + Lamia + Sonnets and more from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.758, e-artnow

• ... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.

  John Keats

  Mother, Dream, Art

  John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.233, Рипол Классик

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