John Keats Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

  John Keats

  Love, Marriage, Summer

  John Keats (2002). “Selected Letters”, p.245, Oxford University Press, USA

• 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

• Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

  John Keats

  Summer, Dream, Spring

  John Keats (1847). “The Poetical Works of John Keats”, p.244

• What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

  John Keats

  Summer, Nature, Wind

  John Keats (2009). “Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats”, p.114, Modern Library

• It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

  John Keats

  Summer, Sky, Singing

  'To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.' (written 1818)

• Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
  And mid-May's eldest child,
  The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
  The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

  John Keats

  Summer, Children, Wine

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

• Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

  John Keats

  Summer, Dream, Twilight

  John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.64, Рипол Классик

• In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.

  John Keats

  Summer, Sweet, Crystals

  John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.241

• No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

  John Keats

  Summer, Nature, Light

  'Hyperion: A Fragment' (1820) bk. 1, l. 7

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