Date: 1848

"A young man's heart, by Heaven's blessing, is / A wide world, where a thousand new-born hopes / Empurple fresh the melancholy blood"

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

An old man's heart is narrow, tenantless of hopes, and stuffed with memories

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

Charitable eyes may thaw a heart

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

A sword's point may be dipped in "the gloomy current of a traitor's heart"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, / Would all their colours from the sunset take: / From something of material sublime, / Rather than shadow our own soul's day-time / In the dark void of night."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"Could taste so nauseous to the bodily sense, / As these prodigious sycophants disgust / The soul's fine palate. "

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

"Indeed you are too fair: / The swan, soft leaning on her fledgy breast, / When to the stream she launches, looks not back / With such a tender grace; nor are her wings / So white as your soul is, if that but be / Twin-picture to your face."

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

The soul may be spotted

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]