Date: 1820

"As though a tongueless nightingale should swell / Her throat in vain, and die, heart -stifled, in her dell"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

A soul may be "as ill at peace as the break-covert bloodhounds of such sin"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

The spirit may, like a "demon-mole," work thorugh "clayey soil and gravel hard"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"When from the slope side of a suburb hill, / Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill / Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled, / But left a thought, a buzzing in his head."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"A moment's thought is passion's passing bell"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

Thought may "thaw, solve and melt"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Branched thoughts" or "dark-cluster'd trees" may be new grown in some untrodden region of the mind

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Then let winged Fancy wander / Through the thought still spread beyond her:"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, / Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)