John Keats Quotes About Wine

Quotes about: Wine

• Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

  John Keats

  Food, Book, Wine

• Souls of poets dead and gone,
  What Elysium have ye known,
  Happy field or mossy cavern,
  Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
  Have ye tippled drink more fine
  Than mine host's Canary wine?

  John Keats

  Wine, Mermaid, Soul

  'Lines on the Mermaid Tavern' (1820)

• Wine is only sweet to happy men.

  John Keats

  Happiness, Sweet, Wine

  John Keats (2015). “John Keats - The Man Behind The Lyrics: Life, letters, and literary remains: Complete Letters and Two Extensive Biographies of one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.269, e-artnow

• Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.

  John Keats

  Book, Wine, Doors

• Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.

  John Keats

  Happiness, Beautiful, Morning

  John Keats (2015). “John Keats - The Man Behind The Lyrics: Life, letters, and literary remains: Complete Letters and Two Extensive Biographies of one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.709, e-artnow

• Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
  And mid-May's eldest child,
  The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
  The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

  John Keats

  Summer, Children, Wine

  'Ode to a Nightingale' (1820) st. 5

• How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, so gently that you do not feel his step.

  John Keats

  Queens, Lying, Wine

• Give me women, wine and snuff
  Until I cry out 'hold, enough!'
  You may do so san objection
  Till the day of resurrection;
  For bless my beard then aye shall be
  My beloved Trinity.

  John Keats

  Wine, Giving, May

  John Keats, “Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff”

• Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.
  Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions,
  Majesties, sovran voices, agonies,
  Creations and destroyings, all at once
  Pour into the wide hollows of my brain,
  And deify me, as if some blithe wine
  Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk,
  And so become immortal.

  John Keats

  Wine, Agony, Names

  John Keats (2015). “John Keats - The Man Behind The Lyrics: Life, letters, and literary remains: Complete Letters and Two Extensive Biographies of one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.307, e-artnow

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