(Sorta a poetry dump- but eh- seemed appropriate. Take it down if not so.)
Keats Quotes, 1821:
Oh won’t the zombie Keats be surprised to wake up!
“I have but two luxuries to brood over: Your Lovliness, and the hour of my Death.”
″...Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thou express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
…
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
″...But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would ’twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writhed not of passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it,
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in ryme.”
″...Though one moment’s pleasure
In one moment flies,
Though the passion’s treasure
In one moment dies;
Yet it has not passed-
Think how near, how near!
And while it doth last,
Think how dear, how dear!
Hither, hither, hither,
Love this boon has sent-
If I die and whither
I shall die content.”
″...Still so pale? then, dearest, weep-
Weep, I’ll count the tears,
And each one shall be a bliss
For thee in after years
Brighter has it left thine eyes
Than a sunny rill;
And thy whispering melodies
Are tenderer still.
Yet—as all things mourn awhile
At fleeting blisses,
E’en let us too! but be our dirge
A dirge of kisses.”
″...And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the power
Of unreflecting love!--Then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone and think
Till love an fame to nothingness do sink.”
(Sorta a poetry dump- but eh- seemed appropriate. Take it down if not so.)
Keats Quotes, 1821: Oh won’t the zombie Keats be surprised to wake up!
“I have but two luxuries to brood over: Your Lovliness, and the hour of my Death.”
″...Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thou express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: … O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st, ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
″...But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah! would ’twere so with many A gentle girl and boy! But were there ever any Writhed not of passed joy? The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it, Nor numbed sense to steel it, Was never said in ryme.”
″...Though one moment’s pleasure In one moment flies, Though the passion’s treasure In one moment dies; Yet it has not passed- Think how near, how near! And while it doth last, Think how dear, how dear! Hither, hither, hither, Love this boon has sent- If I die and whither I shall die content.”
″...Still so pale? then, dearest, weep- Weep, I’ll count the tears, And each one shall be a bliss For thee in after years Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny rill; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still. Yet—as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses, E’en let us too! but be our dirge A dirge of kisses.”
″...And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the power Of unreflecting love!--Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone and think Till love an fame to nothingness do sink.”