John Keats Quotes About Silence

Quotes about: Silence

• To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

  John Keats

  Gossip, Silence, Repeats

• On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

  John Keats

  Winter, Silence, Frost

  John Keats (1841). “The poetical works of John Keats”, p.228

• As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

  John Keats

  Time, Silence, Speech

• Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific, and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise, Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

  John Keats

  Eye, Men, Islands

  "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" l. 5 (1817)

• Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

  John Keats

  Children, Silence, Foster Children

  'Ode on a Grecian Urn' (1820) st. 1

• A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

  John Keats

  Silence, Littles, Noise

  'I stood tip-toe upon a little hill' (1817) l. 10

• 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)

• Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.

  John Keats

  Stars, Sadness, Silence

  1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems, 'Hyperion', bk.1, l.1-5.

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