Quote#Death
My spirit is too weak — mortality
Quote byJohn Keats · 1795–1821
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "On Seeing the Elgin Marbles" (1817).
English (original)
My spirit is too weak — mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
— John Keats
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then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.
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Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.