John Keats Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• I have so much of you in my heart.

  John Keats

  Love, Romantic, Heart

  John Keats (2009). “Selected Letters of John Keats: Revised Edition”, p.313, Harvard University Press

• What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

  John Keats

  Moving, Heart, Moon

  John Keats, “Endymion: Book III”

• I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

  John Keats

  Inspirational, Truth, Lying

  Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 22 Nov. 1817

• I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

  John Keats

  Love, Lying, Heart

  John Keats (1948). “John Keats”

• There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.

  John Keats

  Heart, Awful, Immortality

  Letter to J. H. Reynolds, 22 September 1818, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 370

• This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."

  John Keats

  Lying, Heart, Names

  Epitaph for himself, in Richard Monckton Milnes 'Life, Letters and Literary Remains of John Keats' (1848) vol. 2, p. 91.

• Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

  John Keats

  Heart, Home, Sea

  "Ode to a Nightingale" l. 61 (1820)

• My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

  John Keats

  Pain, Heart, Sadness

  'Ode to a Nightingale' (1820) st. 1

• This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.

  John Keats

  Dream, Heart, Night

  'This living hand, now warm and capable' (written 1819)

• Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

  John Keats

  Song, Home, Heart

  "Ode to a Nightingale" l. 61 (1820)

• Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

  John Keats

  Sweet, Morning, Disappointment

  John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.6, Рипол Классик

• I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .

  John Keats

  Passion, Heart, Ideas

  1817 Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 22 Nov.

• O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

  John Keats

  Heart, Sorrow, May

  John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.153, Delphi Classics

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