John Keats, 1795-1821. British poet considered among the greatest in English. His works, melodic and rich in classical imagery, include "The Eve of St. Agnes," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," and "To Autumn" (all 1819).
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it.
Health is my expected heaven.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter.
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