A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slum'ring on its own right arm.

— John Keats

And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees, / And she forgot the dells where waters run, / And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done, / And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore, / And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.

— John Keats

A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it.

— John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.

— John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever Its loveliness increases it will never Pass into nothingness.

— John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

— John Keats

Beauty is truth truth beauty.

— John Keats

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

— John Keats

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

— John Keats

Beauty is truth - truth beauty - that is all Ye know on earth and all ye need to know.

— John Keats