"None can usurp this height... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest."
"Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching with eternal lids apart, Like natures patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earths human shores."
John Keats"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
John Keats"My chest of books divide amongst my friends."
John Keats"My spirit is too weak — mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagind pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky."
John Keats"Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song."
John Keats"My indignation at Mr. Keatss depreciation of Pope has hardly permitted me to do justice to his own genius, which, malgre all the fantastic fopperies of his style, was undoubtedly of great promise. His fragment of Hyperion seems actually inspired by the Titans, and is as sublime as Aeschylus. He is a loss to our literature."
John Keats