Date: 1818

"I knew, I knew / There was a place untenanted in it: / In that same void white Chastity shall sit, / And monitor me nightly to lone slumber"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul knits "wingedly" with "the orbed drop of light" that is love

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul may be weeded of care

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"A scowl is sometimes on his brow, but who / Look full upon it feel anon the blue / Of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The "lyre" of the soul may be "Eolian tun'd"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core / All other depths are shallow."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"Great Muse, thou know'st what prison, / Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and frets / Our spirit's wings."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

A gentle soul may have no revenge in it and be whole in tenderness

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul may be bent like a "spiritual bow" and "twang'd" inwardly

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Herald thought may be sent into a wilderness to dress an uncertain path with green

— Keats, John (1795-1821)