Date: 1818

"My silent thoughts are echoing from these shells."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Thought may be wooed "to steal about the labyrinth in the soul"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'd / Forgot all violence, and but commun'd / With melancholy though."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"There are four seasons in the mind of man"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"He has his Summer, when luxuriously / Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves / To ruminate"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries, / His mind wrapp'd like his mantle."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

Lovers may share the "inward fragrance of each other's heart"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

The heart is "Love's fev-rous citadel"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, / Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart / Made purple riot"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)