Frases de John Keats

“Una obra de arte es un gozo eterno.”

“De nada tengo certeza sino de la santidad de los afectos del corazón y de la verdad de la imaginación.”

“Las melodías que pueden escucharse son dulces, pero aquéllas que no pueden escucharse lo son más.”

“Los hombres de genio son fuerzas químicas etéreas que operan sobre la masa del intelecto neutral.”

“Los fanáticos crean un ensueño y lo convierten en el paraíso de sus secta.”

“Nada es estable en el mundo. El tumulto es vuestra única música.”

“Nada es real hasta que se experimenta; aún un proverbio no lo es hasta que la vida no lo haya ilustrado.”

“Nunca llega a ser coronado por la inmortalidad quien teme ir adonde le conducen voces desconocidas.”

“Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one!”

“Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.”

“The poetry of earth is never dead.”

“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”

“I have good reason to be content,
for thank God I can read and
perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.”

“I have so much of you in my heart.”

“I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.”

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”

“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.”

“Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced”

“Shakespeare led a life of allegory: his works are the comments on it.”

“Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.”

“Tis "the witching time of night", / Orbed is the moon and bright, / And the stars they glisten, glisten, / Seeming with bright eyes to listen —”

“I want a brighter word than bright”

“My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.”

“Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not”

“We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.”

“I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.”

“You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.”

“When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
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 faery power
Of unreflecting love!”

“Fairy Song
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies,—
Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
‘Mong the blossoms white and red—
Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! ’tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu—I fly—adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,—
Adieu, adieu!”

“But strength alone though of the Muses born
Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,
And thorns of life; forgetting the great end
Of poesy, that it should be a friend
To sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.”

“Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new?”

“How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake. ”

“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.”

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”

“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination — what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not.”

“Touch has a memory.”