John Keats Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• 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.

  John Keats

  Death, Flower, Sleep

  John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.140, Harvard University Press

• Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

  John Keats

  Friendship, Summer, Running

  John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.222, Harvard University Press

• Who, of men, can tell
  That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell
  To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,
  The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale,
  The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones,
  The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones,
  Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet,
  If human souls did never kiss and greet?

  John Keats

  Sweet, Flower, Science

  'Endymion' (1818) bk. 1, l. 835

• That queen of secrecy, the violet.

  John Keats

  Queens, Flower, Violet

  John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.199

• Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,
  Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
  Only to meet again more close.

  John Keats

  Flower, Air, Rose

  John Keats (2011). “John Keats”, p.24, Faber & Faber

• Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

  John Keats

  Flower, Marigolds, Ardent

  John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.32, Harvard University Press

• When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.

  John Keats

  Morning, Flower, Fall

  'Ode on Melancholy' (1820) st. 2

• Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

  John Keats

  Spring, Flower, Poison

  John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.41

• Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

  John Keats

  War, Flower, Eye

  John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.374, Harvard University Press

• How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy.

  John Keats

  Death, Flower, Thinking

• Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

  John Keats

  Flower, Passive, Receptive

  John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.43, Рипол Классик

• 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

• Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

  John Keats

  Weed, Flower, Men

  John Keats (1853). “The Poetical Works of John Keats. A New Edition”, p.33

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

  John Keats

  Sweet, Flower, Feet

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

• Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

  John Keats

  Flower, Hair, Wind

  'To Autumn' (1820) st. 2

• Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink.

  John Keats

  Flower, Knowledge, Eye

  John Keats (2002). “Selected Letters”, p.63, Oxford University Press, USA

• We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"

  John Keats

  Beautiful, Hate, Flower

  John Keats (2002). “Selected Letters”, p.58, Oxford University Press, USA

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